Sterling. I suppose Mason came about the will and your father's affairs?
Blanche. Yes, you ought to have been here.
Sterling. [Irritably.] But I couldn't—I told you I couldn't!
Blanche. Do you realize, dear, that you haven't been able to do anything for me for a long time? Lately, even I hardly ever see you—I stay home night after night alone.
Sterling. That's your own fault, dear; Ned Warden's always ready to take you anywhere you like.
Blanche. [With the ghost of a jest.] But do you think it's quite right for me to take up all Mr. Warden's time?
Sterling. Why not, if he likes it?
Blanche. And don't you think people will soon talk?
Sterling. Darling! People always talk, and who cares!
Blanche. It's months since you showed me any sign of affection, and now when my heart is hungrier than ever for it,—you know how I loved my father,—I long for sympathy from you, and you haven't once thought to take me, your wife, in your arms and hold me close and comfort me.