MRS. G. (_Still more faintly._) My finger wasn't scalded at _all_. I--I
wanted to speak to you about--about--something else, and--I didn't know
how.
CAPT. G. Speak away, then. (_Looking into her eyes._) Eh! Wha--at?
Minnie! Here, don't go away! You don't mean?
MRS. G. (_Hysterically, backing to portiere and hiding her face in
its folds._) The--the Almost Inevitable Consequences! (_Flits though
portiere as_ G. _attempts to catch her, and bolts herself in her own
room._)
CAPT. G. (_His arms full of portiere._) Oh! (_Sitting down heavily in
chair._) I'm a brute--a pig--a bully, and a blackguard. My poor, poor
little darling! 'Made to be amused only--?