They shouldn’t be sacred from his wife.
Parbury.
[Gently.] They should be sacred to his wife, dear. [Slight pause.] If you were a writing woman you would understand what I mean.
Mrs. Parbury.
I’m sure I’m very sorry I’m not a genius, but you understood that when you married me, didn’t you?
Parbury.
Yes, darling, I quite understood that! [He appears to say this quite unconsciously. Mrs. Parbury turns to him deeply offended, then suddenly goes up to leave the room. He quickly meets her, C.] [Taking her hands.] I only knew you were the best little woman in the world!
Mrs. Parbury.
[Struggling to free her hands.] Don’t, please. I’m going!