ALICE HEMINGWAY. [With sudden change of front.] Then you ought to have
been saying something to her.

NED. [Irritably. Getting chair for her, seating her, and seating
himself again.] Look here, Alice, I know your game. You invited me down
here to make a fool of me.

ALICE HEMINGWAY. Nothing of the sort, sir. I asked you down to meet a
sweet and unsullied girl--the sweetest, most innocent and ingenuous girl
in the world.

NED. [Dryly.] That's what you said in your letter.

ALICE HEMINGWAY. And that's why you came. Jack had been trying for a
year to get you to come. He did not know what kind of a letter to write.

NED. If you think I came because of a line in a letter about a girl I'd
never seen--

ALICE HEMINGWAY. [Mockingly.] The poor, jaded, world-worn man, who is
no longer interested in women . . . and girls! The poor, tired pessimist
who has lost all faith in the goodness of women--

NED. For which you are responsible.

ALICE HEMINGWAY. [Incredulously.] I?

NED. You are responsible. Why did you throw me over and marry Jack?