half-baked clergyman in the play? He'd just kill you.

HE [coming to a sudden stop and speaking with considerable
confidence] You don't understand these things, my darling,
how could you? In one respect I am unlike the poet in the play. I
have followed the Greek ideal and not neglected the culture of my
body. Your husband would make a tolerable second-rate heavy
weight if he were in training and ten years younger. As it is, he
could, if strung up to a great effort by a burst of passion, give
a good account of himself for perhaps fifteen seconds. But I am
active enough to keep out of his reach for fifteen seconds; and
after that I should be simply all over him.

SHE [rising and coming to him in consternation] What do you mean
by all over him?

HE [gently] Don't ask me, dearest. At all events, I swear to you
that you need not be anxious about me.

SHE. And what about Teddy? Do you mean to tell me that you are
going to beat Teddy before my face like a brutal prizefighter?

HE. All this alarm is needless, dearest. Believe me, nothing will
happen. Your husband knows that I am capable of defending myself.
Under such circumstances nothing ever does happen. And of course
I shall do nothing. The man who once loved you is sacred to me.

SHE [suspiciously] Doesn't he love me still? Has he told you
anything?