And as she has all the Shotover fascination, there is
plenty of competition for the job, eh?
RANDALL [angrily]. She encourages them. Her conduct is perfectly
scandalous. I assure you, my dear fellow, I haven't an atom of
jealousy in my composition; but she makes herself the talk of
every place she goes to by her thoughtlessness. It's nothing
more: she doesn't really care for the men she keeps hanging about
her; but how is the world to know that? It's not fair to
Hastings. It's not fair to me.
HECTOR. Her theory is that her conduct is so correct
RANDALL. Correct! She does nothing but make scenes from morning
till night. You be careful, old chap. She will get you into
trouble: that is, she would if she really cared for you.
HECTOR. Doesn't she?
RANDALL. Not a scrap. She may want your scalp to add to her
collection; but her true affection has been engaged years ago.
You had really better be careful.
HECTOR. Do you suffer much from this jealousy?
RANDALL. Jealousy! I jealous! My dear fellow, haven't I told you
that there is not an atom of--
HECTOR. Yes. And Lady Utterword told me she never made scenes.
Well, don't waste your jealousy on my moustache. Never waste
jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary hero that supplants
us all in the long run.
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