Gertie.
Now you must make her, Ed.
Marsh.
I’m sick to death of the pair of you.
Gertie.
I’m your wife, and I’m going to be mistress of this house.
Marsh.
It’s horrible to make her eat humble pie before three strange men. You’ve got no right to ask her to do a thing like that.
Gertie.
[Furiously.] Are you taking her part? What’s come over you since she come here? You’re not the same to me as you used to be. Why did she come here and get between us?