When I speak to you, you look the other way; it is only when I speak to your daughter that you look at me.

It is true that at those times you look at me very hard, and if I am not greatly mistaken, you are not gratified by what you see.
You count the words I address to your beautiful Angela--you time our harmless little interviews.

You interrupt them indeed whenever you can; you call her away--you appeal to her; you cut across the conversation.
You are always laying plots to keep us apart.

Why can't you leave me alone?
I assure you I am the most innocent of men.

Your beautiful Angela can't possibly be injured by my conversation, and I have no designs whatever upon her peace of mind.