Maud. All men are.
Camele. So you have often said, but I thought that he was different.
Maud. Brutes, beasts.
Camele. But we were so happy at first—the first months—
Maud. Really happy?
Camele. Yes, I was happy. I painted and Jack was with me between times—yes, I was happy and calm.
Maud. You only thought so; I knew that it couldn’t last. I know you too well.
Camele. Yes, you were right, I suppose.
Maud. And what now?
Camele. I don’t know—I broke with the family when I married him, as you know—now, I don’t know.