_Host_.
Has he been
At home all day?

_Hostess_.
He has not stirred a foot
Across the threshold. That's his only fault--
He's always in the way.

_Host_.
What does he do?

_Hostess_.
Paces about the room, or sits at the window.
I sometimes make an errand to the cupboard,
To see what he's about: he looks annoyed,
But does not speak a word.
_Host_.
He must be crazed,
Or else in hiding for some scrape or other.

_Hostess_.
He has a wild look in his eye sometimes;
But sure he would not sit so much in the dark,
If he were mad, or anything on his conscience;
And though he does not say much, when he speaks
A civiller man ne'er came in woman's way.

_Host_.