CULVER. Go on! You'll be saying next that I've committed bigamy with my Club.
MRS. CULVER ( with youthful vivacity ). I'm an old woman—
CULVER ( flatteringly ). Yes, look at you! Hag! When I fell in love with you your hair was still down. The marvel to me is that I ever let you put it up.
MRS. CULVER. I'm only an old woman now. You have had the best part of my life. You might have given me great pleasure with this title. But no! Your Club comes first. And what a child you are! As if there's one single member of your Club who wouldn't envy you your baronetcy! However, I've nothing more to say. ( Moving towards the door, back .) Oh yes, I have. ( Casually .) I've decided to go away to-morrow and stay with grandma for a long holiday. She needs me, and if I'm not to break down entirely I must have a change. I've told Hildegarde our—arrangements. The poor girl's terribly upset. Please don't disturb me in the morning. I shall take the noon train. Good-night.
CULVER. Hermione!
MRS. CULVER ( returning a little from the direction of the door, submissively ). Yes, Arthur.
CULVER. If you keep on playing the martyr much longer there will be bloodshed, and you'll know what martyrdom is.
MRS. CULVER ( in a slightly relenting tone ). Arthur, you were always conscientious. Your conscience is working.
CULVER. I have no conscience. Never had.
MRS. CULVER ( persuasively, and with much charm ). Yes you have, and it's urging you to give way to your sensible little wife. You know you're only bluffing.