He. Do you not have everything you wish?
She. Oh yes—except the one thing I want most.
He. Well, my dear, I am at home as much as I can be.
She. So you think I meant you?
He (embarrassed). Well—I did suppose—that—
She. Yes, I used to want you. The days were long enough while you were away, and I waited for your return. Now I have been alone so much that I am getting accustomed to solitude. And I do not really know what it is I do want. I am listless, nervous, good-for-nothing—
He (gallantly). You are good enough for me.
She. You did think so once; and perhaps you would think so again—if you could spare the time to get acquainted with me.
He (surprised). Jenny, are you ill?