Basil.
[With a laugh.] The simplest way, I believe, is to marry the wily solicitor's daughter.
Jenny.
Instead of a barmaid?
Basil.
[Gravely.] I didn't say that, Jenny.
Jenny.
[Passionately.] Oh no. You didn't say it, but you hinted it. You never say anything, but you're always hinting and insinuating—till you drive me out of my senses.
Basil.
[After a moment's pause, gravely.] I'm very sorry if I hurt your feelings. I promise you I don't mean to. I always try to be kind to you.