Mrs. Parbury.
[Quickly.] You! I want to be with you! It’s very simple—it’s not asking very much. If you don’t like my being with you, why did you marry me?
[Taking out her handkerchief.
Parbury.
Now, dear, please don’t cry! [Aside.] If she does, I’m done for! [Aloud.] It’s only common sense that you can’t go knocking about with a couple of men in a tub of a boat.
Mrs. Parbury.
Of course I quite know now that you don’t love me.
[Bursts into tears. Sits on sofa.
Parbury.
[With real irritation.] Oh, damn it! [Goes up, but turns quickly and comes down to her.] ’Pon my soul, you make me almost hate——