John.
Upon my word, I don't think you've got much cause to be jealous.
Jenny.
Oh, you don't know. Last Tuesday he was dining there, and you should have seen the state he was in. He was so restless he couldn't sit still. He looked at his watch every minute. His eyes simply glittered with excitement, and I could almost hear his heart beating.
John.
It can't be true.
Jenny.
He never loved me. He married me because he thought it was his duty. And then when the baby died—he thought I'd entrapped him.
John.
He didn't say so.