[_Triumphantly._] You see!
LADY TORMINSTER. If we women had had a hand in the making of the language,
how many words there would be to express our feelings towards the men we
are fond of! Of course I love Jack. I'm cruel to him sometimes; and there
comes a look into his eyes--he has dog's eyes, you know--a faithful
Newfoundland--
SIR GEOFFREY. [_Very earnestly._] I don't think women quite realise what
friendship means to a man.
LADY TORMINSTER. I am certain that men don't realise what marriage means
to a woman! Dear funeral, am I not a good wife--shall I not remain a good
wife, till the end of the chapter? Because there isn't only Jack--there
are Jack's children.
SIR GEOFFREY. Yes.
LADY TORMINSTER. And isn't it wonderful, when you think of it--here are we
two, Jack's friend and his wife, alone on a desert island--and we have
confessed our love for each other, and we are able to discuss it as calmly
as though it were rheumatism!
SIR GEOFFREY. [_With a groan._] If only I hadn't induced you to stay!
LADY TORMINSTER. [_Smiling._] My dear friend, you didn't!
SIR GEOFFREY. [_Amazed._] I didn't?
LADY TORMINSTER. Why no--of course not. I knew you were going to-morrow.
SIR GEOFFREY. How?
LADY TORMINSTER. Oh, never mind how! I knew. And I suspected you would be
sitting up here to-night. So I came down, hoping to find you. I wanted
this talk with you. And I extracted your confession--as though it had been
a tooth.
SIR GEOFFREY. And why?
LADY TORMINSTER.
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