And you've denied me the consolation of breaking down. I should
have done it--indeed I should. A woman would hardly have thought of
this refinement, my kind, considerate friend. (_Fan-guard as before_.)
You have explained things so tenderly and truthfully, too! You haven't
spoken or written a word of warning, and you have let me believe in
you till the last minute. You haven't condescended to give me your
_reason_ yet. No! A woman could not have managed it half so well. Are
there many _men_ like you in the world?
CAPT. G. I'm sure I don't know. (_To Khitmatgar_.) Ohe! _Simpkin do_.
MRS. H. You call yourself a man of the world, don't you? Do men of the
world behave like Devils when they do a woman the honour to get tired
of her?
CAPT. G. I'm sure I don't know. Don't speak so loud!
MRS. H. Keep us respectable, O Lord, whatever happens! Don't be afraid
of my compromising you. You've chosen your ground far too well, and
I've been properly brought up. (_Lowering fan_.) Haven't you _any_
pity, Pip, except for yourself?
CAPT. G. Wouldn't it be rather impertinent of me to say that I'm sorry
for you?
MRS.
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