JUNO [rising] You make love to another man to my face!
MRS. LUNN. Why, he's my husband.
JUNO. That takes away the last rag of excuse for such conduct. A nice world it would be if married people were to carry on their endearments before everybody!
GREGORY. This is ridiculous. What the devil business is it of yours what passes between my wife and myself? You're not her husband, are you?
JUNO. Not at present; but I'm on the list. I'm her prospective husband: you're only her actual one. I'm the anticipation: you're the disappointment.
MRS. LUNN. Oh, my Gregory is not a disappointment. [Fondly] Are you, dear?
GREGORY. You just wait, my pet. I'll settle this chap for you. [He disengages himself from her embrace, and faces Juno. She sits down placidly]. You call me a disappointment, do you? Well, I suppose every husband's a disappointment. What about yourself? Don't try to look like an unmarried man. I happen to know the lady you disappointed. I travelled in the same ship with her; and—
JUNO. And you fell in love with her.
GREGORY [taken aback] Who told you that?
JUNO. Aha! you confess it. Well, if you want to know, nobody told me. Everybody falls in love with my wife.