DENNIS. No, don't move. I just want to look at you. . . . I've seen you like that for four years. Don't move. . . . I've been in some dreary places, but you've been with me most of the time. Just let's have a last look.
KATE. A last look?
DENNIS. Yes.
KATE. You're saying good-bye to me?
DENNIS. I don't know whether it's to you, Kate. To the girl who has been with me these last four years. Was that you?
KATE (dropping her eyes). I don't know, Dennis.
DENNIS. I wish to God I wasn't your husband.
KATE. What would you do if you weren't my husband?
DENNIS. Make love to you.
KATE. Can't you do that now?