BETTY. Degrade, and throw mud on, the love she has had for him?
WALTER. [With a bitter shrug.] Love—
BETTY. [Passionately, as she springs to her feet.] Love, love, yes, you—cruel man! Love, what else? I adore you, don't you know that? Live for you! would give up everything in the world—everything, everything! And Walter, Walter! If it's only that—that you want a home—well, let's go off together. He'll divorce us—we can get married. Don't go away, and leave me here, alone with him! I couldn't stand it—Walter, I couldn't, I couldn't!
[She goes eagerly to him, flings her arms round his neck, and a dry sob bursts from her.
WALTER. [Very gently.] Betty, Betty, you've been so brave … Betty, dear, the horrid things I've said were only to make you angry, to make you feel what a brute I was, how well you're rid of me. Oh, I'm not proud of myself! But look here, we must be sensible—we must, really…. You know, if you were divorced—if I were the co-respondent in a divorce case—I'd lose my berth, get the sack—
BETTY. [Clinging to him.] We could go to Australia—anywhere—
WALTER. I've no money.
BETTY. [With a sudden movement, raising her head and leaving him.] And
Mary Gillingham has lots?
WALTER. It's not for her money that I—
BETTY. [With a start.] You love her?