Olive.
It isn’t, is it?
Theophila.
I couldn’t go the lengths you’ve gone, from jealousy, if you mean that.
Olive.
[Sadly.] Ah——!
Theophila.
Oh, don’t you think that enough has been done in the name of jealousy? For months and months it has made a hell of my life, your jealousy. People have seen me walking about looking merry; but what sort of days and nights does a woman really spend with the Divorce Court looming before her? “Allingham versus Allingham, Fraser intervening!” that’s the air you’ve kept me dancing to since—goodness knows when the music first struck up! And now I’m to forgive you, offhand, because—you happen to have a jealous disposition!
Olive.
[Falteringly.] You were sustained all the time by the knowledge that you were an innocent, persecuted woman——