MRS. JUNO. You always talked as if it were a matter of course.
You spoke with the greatest contempt of men who didn't kick other
men downstairs.

JUNO. Well, I can't kick Mr. Lunn downstairs. We're on the ground
floor.

MRS. JUNO. You could throw him into the harbor.

GREGORY. Do you want me to be thrown into the harbor?

MRS. JUNO. No: I only want to show Tops that he's making a
ghastly fool of himself.

GREGORY [rising and prowling disgustedly between the chesterfield
and the windows] We're all making fools of ourselves.

JUNO [following him] Well, if we're not to fight, I must insist
at least on your never speaking to my wife again.

GREGORY. Does my speaking to your wife do you any harm?

JUNO. No. But it's the proper course to take. [Emphatically]. We
MUST behave with some sort of decency.

MRS. LUNN. And are you never going to speak to me again, Mr.
Juno?

JUNO. I'm prepared to promise never to do so. I think your