MRS. H. In common politeness! We have got beyond _that!_
CAPT. G. (_Aside._) Old ground means fresh trouble, (_Aloud._) On my
honour--
MRS. H. Your _what?_ Ha, ha!
CAPT. G. Dishonour, then. She's not what you imagine. I meant to--
MRS. H. Don't tell me anything about her! She _won't_ care for you,
and when you come back, after having made an exhibition of yourself,
you'll fine me occupied with--
CAPT. G. (_Insolently._) You couldn't while I am alive. (_Aside._) If
that doesn't bring her pride to her rescue, nothing will.
MRS. H. (_Drawing herself up_). Couldn't do it? _I?_ (_Softening._)
You're right. I don't believe I could--though you are what you are--a
coward and a liar in grain.
CAPT. G. It doesn't hurt so much after your little lecture--with
demonstrations.
MRS. H. One mass of vanity! Will nothing _ever_ touch you in this life?
There must be a Hereafter if it's only for the benefit of---But you
will have it all to yourself.
CAPT. G. (_Under his eyebrows._) Are you so certain of that?
MRS. H. I shall have had mine in this life; and it will serve me right.
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