He, with insinuation: “Don’t you believe you could think better if you put your head on my shoulder?”
She: “Nonsense! Then I should forgive you without thinking.” After a season of reflection: “No, I can’t forgive you. I never could forgive eavesdropping. It’s too low.”
He, in astonishment: “Why, you did it yourself!”
She: “But you began it. Besides, it’s very different for a man. Women are weak, poor, helpless creatures. They have to use finesse. But a man should be above it.”
He: “You said you could forgive me anything.”
She: “Ah, but I didn’t know what you’d been doing!”
He, with pensive resignation, and a feint of going: “Then I suppose it’s all over between us.”
She, relenting: “If you could think of any reason why I should forgive you”—
He: “I can’t.”
She, after consideration: “Do you suppose Mr. Grumage, or Grimidge, heard too?”