I'm not afraid of you.
BASIL.
Of course not. But still--you're not very muscular, are you?
JAMES.
You coward!
BASIL.
[_Smiling._] Your repartees are not brilliant, James.
JAMES.
[_Standing at the door for safety's sake._] I'll pay you out before I've done.
BASIL.
[_Raising his eyebrows._] James, I told you to get out five minutes ago.
JAMES.
I'm going. D'you think I want to stay 'ere? Good-bye, Jenny, I'm not going to stand being insulted by any one. [_He goes out slamming the door._]
[BASIL, _smiling quietly, goes to his writing-table and turns over some papers_.
BASIL.
The only compensation in brother James is that he sometimes causes one a little mild amusement.
JENNY.
You might at least be polite to him, Basil.
BASIL.
I used up all my politeness six months ago.
JENNY.
After all, he is my brother.
BASIL.
That is a fact I deplore with all my heart, I assure you.
JENNY.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
BASIL.
Don't you? It doesn't matter.
JENNY.
I know he isn't a Society man.
BASIL.
[_With a laugh._] No, he wouldn't shine at duchesses tea-parties.
JENNY.
Well, he's none the worse for that, is he?
BASIL.
Not at all.
JENNY.
Then why d'you treat him as if he was a dog?
BASIL.
My dear Jenny, I don't.... I'm very fond of dogs.
JENNY.
Oh, you're always sneering. Isn't he as good as I am? And you condescended to marry me.
BASIL.
[_Coldly._] I really can't see that because I married you I must necessarily take your whole family to my bosom.
JENNY.
Why don't you like them? They're honest and respectable.
BASIL.
[_With a little sigh of boredom._] My dear Jenny, we don't choose our friends because they're honest and respectable any more than we choose them because they change their linen daily.
JENNY.
They can't help it if they're poor.