MARY. I’ll swear that.
LEONARD. This is the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.
MARY. I thought it would surprise you.
LEONARD. But Mary, you’re my wife.
MARY. Yes. That’s what I don’t like about it.
LEONARD. I did wrong to stay away from you. I acknowledge it. I feel it. I’m going to be good. I’ll try. I’m going to be a good husband. I don’t want you to go. It was dreadful of me to stay away when the little kiddie died. I’m not like that. I’m not like the things I do.
MARY. After all, you wrote a beautiful letter.
LEONARD. [Despairingly, to the Universe.] She’s taking to irony now.
SHEILA. [She has approached MARY rather timidly and stands beside her.] Don’t go, Mary.
MARY. Oh! Miss Sheila!