She. It might be none the worst for that. The ideal man for whom I am looking will not be too lamblike, even in love.
He. You look for an ideal man, then?
She. As closely as did Diogenes.
He. And your husband?
She. Oh, like your wife, he should, perhaps, begin not to count.
He. Good. We are sworn friends, then, until you find your ideal man.
She. If you will.
He. Then unmask.
She. Is that in the bargain?
He. Of course. Else how should we know each other again?