She. Not more so than usual. I was bright enough two years ago, when we were married. But for two years I have not lived, I have vegetated; more like a plant than a human being; and even plants require some sunshine.
He (aside). I have never heard her talk like this before. I don’t understand it.—(Aloud.) Why, Jenny, you speak as if I were a cloud over your life.
She. Do I? Well, it does not matter.
He. I try to be a good husband, don’t I?
She (indifferently). As well as you know how, I suppose.
He. Do I deprive you of anything you want?
She (impatiently). Of course you do not.
He. I work hard, I know, but when I go out in the evening now and then—
She (aside). Six nights every week. (Sighing.)
He. I really work. There are husbands who say they are at work when they are at the club playing poker: now I am really working.