Don't you want me to see who you're writing to?
Basil.
I haven't the least objection to your knowing all about my correspondence.... And that's fortunate, since you invariably make yourself acquainted with it.
Jenny.
Accuse me of reading your letters now.
Basil.
[With a smile.] You always leave my papers in such disorder after you've been to my desk.
Jenny.
You've got no right to say that.
[Basil pauses and looks at her steadily.