SHE. Perhaps.
_They remain with their backs to each other_.
HE. And then--the old story. Quarrels. . . .
SHE. I never could bear quarrels. . . .
HE. An unhappy marriage. . . .
SHE. (_realizing it_) Oh!
HE. (_hopelessly turning toward her_) I can't marry you.
SHE. (_recovering quickly and facing him with a smile_) Nobody asked
you, sir!
HE. (_with a gesture of finality_) Well--there seems to be no more
to say.
SHE. (_sweetly_) Except good-bye.
HE. (_firmly_) Good-by, then.
_He holds out his hand_.
SHE. (_taking it_) Good-bye!
HE. (_taking her other hand--after a pause, helplessly_) Good-bye!
SHE. (_drowning in his eyes_) Good-bye!
_They cling to each other, and are presently lost in a passionate
embrace. He breaks loose and stamps away, then turns to her_.
HE. Damn it all, we _do_ love each other!
SHE. (_wiping her eyes_) What a pity that is the only taste we
have in common!
HE. Do you suppose that is enough?
SHE. I wish it were!