MAGGIE. Oh, I don’t know. [A pause.] Did you ever go abroad?
FOSTER. Yes, to Paris, once at Easter.
MAGGIE. Oh! just for a holiday. Wouldn’t you just love to go out and try your luck? Have a change?—Do something with your hands? Aren’t you ever tired of what you are doing?
FOSTER. I can’t say I am, really. Why should I? The work is not too hard. But you like change. I have a good salary, you know, dear. When we are married you can go about a lot, you’ll be quite free.
MAGGIE. No, I shan’t.
FOSTER. But you can have a servant and all that, you know.
MAGGIE. Oh, yes—yes—I understand.
FOSTER. If I went abroad—suppose it, for instance—I shouldn’t have you, should I?
MAGGIE. No, and a good thing for you. You deserve something better. You know—you know, Walter, that I don’t love you half or a quarter as you love me.
FOSTER. Yes, I know that. But you don’t love anybody else.