No, no, no, I mustn’t think… Otherwise I would sink through the floor with shame.
Young Man
(With the water-bottle in his hand, shakes his head sadly) Emma, if you only knew how you hurt me.
Young Wife
(Pours a glass of cognac)
Young Man
I want to tell you something, Emma. If you’re ashamed of being here—if you don’t care for me—if you don’t feel you are all the happiness in the world for me—then you’d better go.—
Young Wife
Yes, I shall go.
Young Man