GEORGE. I thought I lead made a difficult conquest. Now I
see you are only one of those poor petticoat-hunting creatures
that any woman can pick up. Not for me, thank you. [Inexorable,
she turns towards the tower to go].
HOTCHKISS [following] Dont be an ass, Polly.
MRS GEORGE [stopping] Thats better.
HOTCHKISS. Cant you see that I maynt throw Leo over just because
I should be only too glad to. It would be dishonorable.
MRS GEORGE. Will you be happy if you marry her?
HOTCHKISS. No, great heaven, NO!
MRS GEORGE. Will she be happy when she finds you out?
HOTCHKISS. She's incapable of happiness. But she's not incapable
of the pleasure of holding a man against his will.
MRS GEORGE. Right, young man. You will tell her, please, that you
love me: before everybody, mind, the very next time you see her.
HOTCHKISS. But--
MRS GEORGE. Those are my orders, Sinjon. I cant have you marry
another woman until George is tired of you.
HOTCHKISS. Oh, if I only didnt selfishly want to obey you!
The General comes in from the garden. Mrs George goes half way to
the garden door to speak to him. Hotchkiss posts himself on the
hearth.
MRS GEORGE. Where have you been all this time?
THE GENERAL.
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