BETTY. [Slowly.] And how about—me?
WALTER. You?
BETTY. [Passionately.] Yes. Me. Me!
WALTER. You didn't think this would last for ever?
BETTY. [Nodding her head.] I did—yes—I did. Why shouldn't it?
WALTER. [Working himself into a fury again.] Why? You ask that? Why? Oh yes, it's all right for you—you've your home and your husband—I'm there as an—annexe. To be telephoned to, when I'm wanted, at your beck and call, throw over everything, come when you whistle. And it's not only that—I tell you it makes me feel—horrid. After all, he's my—friend.
BETTY. He has been that always. You didn't feel—horrid—before…. Who is she?
WALTER. [Shortly, as he turns back to the fire.] That doesn't matter.
BETTY. Yes, it does. Who?
WALTER. [Fretfully.] Oh, why should we—