SEPTIMUS: Now, sir, what is this business that cannot wait?
CHATER: I think you know it, sir. You have insulted my wife.
SEPTIMUS: Insulted her? That would deny my nature, my conduct, and the admiration in which I hold Mrs. Chater.
CHATER: I have heard of your admiration, sir! You insulted my wife in the gazebo yesterday evening!
SEPTIMUS: You are mistaken. I made love to your wife in the gazebo. She asked me to meet her there, I have her note somewhere, I dare say I could find it for you, and if someone is putting it about that I did not turn up, by God, sir, it is a slander.
CHATER: You damned lecher! You would drag down a lady’s reputation to make a refuge for your cowardice. It will not do! I am calling you out!
SEPTIMUS: Chater! Chater, Chater, Chater! My dear friend!
CHATER: You dare to call me that. I demand satisfaction!
SEPTIMUS: Mrs. Chater demanded satisfaction and now you are demanding satisfaction. I cannot spend my time day and night satisfying the demands of the Chater family. As for your wife’s reputation, it stands where it ever stood.
CHATER: You blackguard!
SEPTIMUS: I assure you. Mrs. Chater is charming and spirited, with a pleasing voice and a dainty step, she is the epitome of all the qualities society applauds in her sex – and yet her chief renown is for a readiness that keeps her in a state of tropical humidity as would grow orchids in her drawers in January.