Mrs. Parbury.
I’m afraid that won’t make any difference. You speak as though you thought you had a grievance against me.
Miss Woodward.
Oh no; I suppose it’s the other way about.
Mrs. Parbury.
Perhaps it ought to be, but somehow I don’t feel it acutely. I feel only a dull pain. It’s a terrible thing, Miss Woodward, for a young married woman to suddenly realise that her happiness is gone. I feel that I have aged many years in the last few hours.
Miss Woodward.
So do I. I’m sadder, but healthier.
[Finishes the beer.
Mrs. Parbury.