Townly)
That I and your husband--
Townly:
You say that you want Mr. Nelson for a son-in-law, right? I tell you
that my daughter doesn't want him.
Lucas:
The matter is a little delicate.
Mrs. Townly:
It isn't my daughter's will or mine that ought to decide--it's yours
my husband--and in this and in everything else, you are master.
Lucas:
As for me, I think--
Mrs. Townly:
You're a good advisor, Lucas, and I willingly listen to your advice.
Townly:
In a word, my wife, you have proposed Mr. Nelson to me, and I don't
want him.
Mrs. Townly:
Let's speak softly. I love peace and harmony. I will do whatever you
find most agreeable.
Townly: (aloud)
What's agreeable to me is
(low)
not to have such complaisance about this.
Mrs. Townly:
To me it's to have a husband that I love and respect.
Townly:
You're joking, but I tell you Mr. Nelson is not to my taste.
Mrs. Townly:
Your taste determines mine and I tell you I won't give another thought
to Mr. Nelson.
Townly:
Lucas?
Lucas: (low)
Try harder. Her contradictory spirit isn't on fire yet.
Townly:
Tell me, Madam, are you making fun of me?
Mrs.
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