Parbury.
That I quite decline to do.
[She again takes his arm and talks rapidly, gradually rather hysterically, towards the end appearing about to cry.
Mrs. Parbury.
Darling, do listen. You don’t understand. You have never been like this with me before. I’m sure I’m not asking very much. You can easily get another secretary. Another time you shall have a man one, as you originally wanted to. You were right, dear—you often are. [Parbury rises; crosses to R. Mrs. Parbury follows him.] Darling, do be reasonable. I’ve been a good wife to you, haven’t I? I’ve always respected your wishes, and not bothered you more than I could help. This is only a little thing, and you must let me have my own way. You must trust me absolutely, dear. You know anything I would do would only be for your good, for you know that I love you. [She takes out her handkerchief.] I adore you, darling. You must give way—you must—you must!
Parbury.
[Stepping back from her.] If you cry I shall leave the room.
[Sits R. Begins to write.
Mrs. Parbury.