Basil.
[Containing his anger.] You'll have the goodness to leave the relations between Jenny and myself alone—d'you hear?
James.
Ha, that's touched you up, has it? You think I don't know what sort of a feller you are. I can just about see through two of you. And I know a good deal more about you than you think.
Basil.
[Contemptuously.] Don't be foolish, James.
James.
[Sarcastic.] A nice thing Jenny did when she married you.
Basil.
[Recovering himself, with a smile.] Has she been telling you my numerous faults? [To Jenny.] You must have had plenty to talk about, my love.