) _Again?_ It's entirely
a work of charity on your part.
MRS. H. Ahhh! But I have no right to resent it.--Is she better-looking
than I? Who was it said--?
CAPT G. No--not that!
MRS. H. I'll be more merciful than you were. Don't you know that all
women are alike?
CAPT. G. (_Aside._) Then this is the exception that proves the rule.
MRS. H. _All_ of them! I'll tell you anything you like. I will, upon
my word! They only want the admiration--from anybody--no matter
who--anybody! But there is always _one_ man that they care for more
than any one else in the world, and would sacrifice all the others to.
Oh, _do_ listen! I've kept the Vaynor man trotting after me like a
poodle, and he believes that he is the only man I am interested in.
I'll tell you what he said to me.
CAPT. G. Spare him. (_Aside._) I wonder what _his_ version is.
MRS. H. He's been waiting for me to look at him all through dinner.
Shall I do it, and you can see what an idiot he looks?
CAPT. G. 'But what imports the nomination of this gentleman?'
MRS. H. Watch! (_Sends a glance to the Vaynor man, who tries vainly
to combine a mouthful of ice pudding, a smirk of self-satisfaction,
a glare of intense devotion, and the stolidity of a British dining
countenance.
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