SHE [a little frightened] Thank you, Henry: I was sure you would.
You're not angry with me, are you?

HE. Go on. Go on quickly. Give me something to think about, or I
will--I will--[he suddenly snatches up her fan and it about to
break it in his clenched fists].

SHE [running forward and catching at the fan, with loud
lamentation] Don't break my fan--no, don't. [He slowly relaxes
his grip of it as she draws it anxiously out of his hands].
No, really, that's a stupid trick. I don't like that. You've no
right to do that. [She opens the fan, and finds that the sticks
are disconnected]. Oh, how could you be so inconsiderate?

HE. I beg your pardon. I will buy you a new one.

SHE [querulously] You will never be able to match it. And it was
a particular favorite of mine.

HE [shortly] Then you will have to do without it: that's all.

SHE. That's not a very nice thing to say after breaking my pet
fan, I think.

HE. If you knew how near I was to breaking Teddy's pet wife and
presenting him with the pieces, you would be thankful that you
are alive instead of--of--of howling about five shillings worth
of ivory. Damn your fan!