He. Who are you?
She. It is no matter; my husband is far from here.
He. That is more than I can say of my wife.
She. Where is she, then?
He. Heaven knows; not I. But let that go. Why may we not be useful to each other? Our cases are similar; we are both lonely.
She. And strangers.
He. Acquaintance is not a matter of time, but of temperament. Should we have found it possible to be so frank with one another had we been merely strangers?
She. You are specious.
He. No; only honest.
She. But what—