Doug. (getting closer to her). Aw--didn't you know you were a vewy pwetty girl, Jennie? Jen. (imitating). Aw--weally, sir! Doug. You little wogue, I have a good mind to snatch a-- (Jim comes down C. and throws him over to R.) Jim (C.). You have, have you? Doug. (R.). You vulgaw fellow, how dare you lay your hands on a gentleman! Jim. Because you forgot to be a gentleman, sir, that's how, and I'll do it every time, too, so you needn't try to come any of them games here. Jen. (L.). Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Jim? Suppose the gentleman did say I was pretty, what then? There was no occasion for you to show your superiority, and it's entirely out of place. (Aside.) Just as if I should have allowed that jackanapes to kiss me! What stupid things these men are! Jim. He had no business to do it. He had no business to be so near you; I won't stand by and see it done. Doug. Weally, this is a most extraordinary thing! Look here, fellow-- (Going towards him.) Jim. Don't call me fellow, sir. (Crossing to L.) (Enter Dr. Endicott, L. U. E.) Dr. E. (coming down R. C.). Oh, Mr. Doughlass, you here? Doug. Aw--yes, happy to see you. (Aside.) Good gwacious! It will never do to have him catch me in a wow with the coachman. (Aloud.) Aw--I was about leaving. Here, my good fellow. (Gives money to Jim and exit L. U. E.) Jim (looks at money, then throws it after him). There, sir! You will find money is not a plaster for everything. Jen. Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Jim! Is this the way you show your superiority, I'd like to know? Dr. E. (C.). What does all this mean? Jim. Excuse me, sir, it's nothing but a little quarrel that Jennie and I were having. Nothing uncommon, sir. She is like all women, the better a man likes her the worse he gets treated. Jen. Do not listen to him, please, doctor. It's all a bit of nonsense, anyway. If that last you said is true, Jim, all I have got to say is that it shows a great weakness in the sex. (Exit, L. U. E.) Jim. There you hear her, sir? Dr. E. Your sweetheart is a little wilful, I fear. Jim. Sh! don't let her hear you say that, for she ain't my sweetheart, you know. That is, she won't acknowledge it. It's me who am a dangling and a dangling after her, and she is laughing at me, or berating me for it all the time. Oh, sir! it is an awful thing to be in love. Why, sir, if this goes on much longer, I shan't have flesh enough left to keep my bones together with. Dr. E. Then why do you not insist on either yes or no from her and abide by it. Jim. _Insist_, did you say, sir? _Insist_? Why, sir, I have to get down on my marrow bones, sir, and then she ain't satisfied! Dr. E. But what does she wish you to do? Jim. I'll tell you what she wants, sir. She wants me to give up the dignity of my sex. Dr. E. (surprised). I fear I do not quite understand.