ANABEL. Then make me forget, too. Make me happy.
GERALD. I CAN'T make you—and you know it.
ANABEL. Yes, you can. It's your business to make me happy. I've made you happy.
GERALD. You want to make me unhappy.
ANABEL. I DO think you're the last word in selfishness. If I say I can't forget, you merely say, "I'VE forgotten"; and if I say I'm unhappy, all YOU can answer is that I want to make YOU unhappy. I don't in the least. I want to be happy myself. But you don't help me.
GERALD. There is no help for it, you see. If you WERE happy with me here you'd be happy. As you aren't, nothing will make you—not genuinely.
ANABEL. And that's all you care.
GERALD. No—I wish we could both be happy at the same moment. But apparently we can't.
ANABEL. And why not?—Because you're selfish, and think of nothing but yourself and your own feelings.
GERALD. If it is so, it is so.