Hyacinth—Simply this—that since Albert came here he has conducted himself like a fish.
Dominica—Like a fish? [Dominica is sitting at left, Beatrice at right and Hyacinth stands between them.]
Beatrice—How can you say such a thing?
Hyacinth—It is true. He was cold and mute.
Dominica—Poor Albert! That was on my account. He wanted me to be here before he
Hyacinth—No one in the world could have suspected that. Least of all Alexandra, who was quite attracted by him and who was deeply wounded by his indifference.
Dominica—Did he make it as conspicuous as that?
Hyacinth—It couldn't possibly have been more conspicuous. He is a very good son, but a very bad marriage candidate. Just the same, your son is idolized here. Both by the girl and by her good mother. [His gesture indicates Beatrice.]
Dominica—You dear, sweet
Beatrice—Oh, Dominica, if you only knew . . . if you only knew
Hyacinth—And amid all this adoration he strutted like a . . . like a. . . .
Dominica—Fish.
Hyacinth—Worse than that! The girl didn't sleep . . . wept all night long. . . .
