MRS. H. I think you have said it once or twice before. You're growing very careful of my feelings. My God, Pip, I was a good woman once! You said I was. You've made me what I am. What are you going to do with me? What are you going to do with me? Won't you say that you are sorry? (Helps herself to iced asparagus.) CAPT. G. I am sorry for you, if you Want the pity of such a brute as I am. I'm awf'ly sorry for you. MRS. H. Rather tame for a man of the world. Do you think that that admission clears you? CAPT. G. What can I do? I can only tell you what I think of myself. You can't think worse than that? MRS. H. Oh, yes, I can! And now, will you tell me the reason of all this? Remorse? Has Bayard been suddenly conscience-stricken? CAPT. G. (Angrily, his eyes still lowered.) No! The thing has come to an end on my side. That's all. Mafisch! MRS. H. “That's all. Mafisch!” As though I were a Cairene Dragoman. You used to make prettier speeches. D'you remember when you said?-- CAPT. G. For Heaven's sake don't bring that back! Call me anything you like and I'll admit it-- MRS. H. But you don't care to be reminded of old lies? If I could hope to hurt you one-tenth as much as you have hurt me to-night--No, I wouldn't--I couldn't do it--liar though you are. CAPT. G. I've spoken the truth. MRS. H. My dear Sir, you flatter yourself. You have lied over the reason. Pip, remember that I know you as you don't know yourself. You have been everything to me, though you are--(Fan-guard.) Oh, what a contemptible Thing it is! And so you are merely tired of me? CAPT. G. Since you insist upon my repeating it--Yes. MRS. H. Lie the first. I wish I knew a coarser word. Lie seems so in-effectual in your case. The fire has just died out and there is no fresh one? Think for a minute, Pip, if you care whether I despise you more than I do. Simply Mafisch, is it? CAPT. G. Yes. (Aside.) I think I deserve this. MRS. H. Lie number two. Before the next glass chokes you, tell me her name. CAPT. G. (Aside.) I'll make her pay for dragging Minnie into the business! (Aloud.) Is it likely? MRS. H. Very likely if you thought that it would flatter your vanity. You'd cry my name on the house-tops to make people turn round. CAPT. G. I wish I had. There would have been an end to this business. MRS. H. Oh, no, there would not--And so you were going to be virtuous and blase', were you? To come to me and say: “I've done with you. The incident is clo-osed.” I ought to be proud of having kept such a man so long. CAPT. G. (Aside.) It only remains to pray for the end of the dinner. (Aloud.) You know what I think of myself.