AGNES. Fortune! Are you going to take all my work from me? [She is walking towards the door; the sound of his voice stops her.]
LUCAS. Agnes! [She returns.] A thousand thoughts have rushed through my brain this last hour or two. I've been thinking—my wife—
AGNES. Yes?
LUCAS. My wife—she will soon get tired of her present position. If, by-and-bye, there should be a divorce, there would be nothing to prevent our marrying.
AGNES. Our—marrying!
LUCAS. [Sitting, not looking at her, as if discussing the matter with himself.] It might be to my advantage to settle again in London some day. After all, scandals quickly lose their keen edge. What would you say?
AGNES. Marriage—
LUCAS. Ah, remember, we're rational beings for the future. However, we needn't talk about it now.
AGNES. No.
LUCAS. Still, I assume you wouldn't oppose it. You would marry me if I wished it?