HETTY. Oh, if you love him ----
HARRIET. I? I haven't any feelings. It isn't my business to love
anybody.
HETTY. Then why need you object to calling him my husband?
HARRIET. I resent your appropriation of a man who is managed only
through the cleverness of my artifice.
HETTY. You may be clever enough to deceive him, Harriet, but I am
still the one who suffers. I can't forget he is my husband. I
can't forget that I might have married John Caldwell.
HARRIET. How foolish of you to remember John, just because we met
his wife by chance.
HETTY. That's what I want to talk to you about. She may be here
at any moment. I want to advise you about what to say to her this
afternoon.
HARRIET. By all means tell me now and don't interrupt while she
is here. You have a most annoying habit of talking to me when
people are present. Sometimes it is all I can do to keep my poise
and appear not to be listening to you.
HETTY. Impress her.
HARRIET. Hetty, dear, is it not my custom to impress people?
HETTY. I hate her.
HARRIET. I can't let her see that.
HETTY. I hate her because she married John.
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