SISTER. In town, it seems. Probably in some literary salon.
DOCTOR. I've often wondered whether this man was the boy of the same name who was my friend at school. I hope not; for he seemed one that fortune would treat harshly. And in a life-time he'll have given his unhappy tendencies full scope.
SISTER. Don't let him come here. Go out. Say you're engaged.
DOCTOR. No. One can't escape one's fate.
SISTER. But you've never bowed your head to anyone! Why crawl before this spectre, and call him fate?
DOCTOR. Life has taught me to. I've wasted time and energy in fighting the inevitable.
SISTER. But why allow your wife to behave like this? She'll compromise you both.
DOCTOR. You think so? Because, when I made her break off her engagement I held out false hopes to her of a life of freedom, instead of the slavery she'd known. Besides, I could never love her if I were in a position to give her orders.
SISTER. You'd be friends with your enemy?
DOCTOR. Oh...!