But, Emma—this house was built twenty years ago!—
Young Wife
You know what I mean, Alfred … in these rooms, with you!
Young Man
With me—here—Emma!—It’s not kind of you even to imagine such a thing.
Young Wife
Then there was … how shall I… But, no, I’d rather not ask. It is better that I shouldn’t ask. It’s my own fault. Every fault has its punishment.
Young Man
But what is wrong? What is the matter with you? What fault?
Young Wife