MAGGIE. Mother, did you love father when you married him—very much, I mean, very, very much!
MRS. M. [much astonished.] What a question! Of course.
MAGGIE. More than any other man you’d ever seen?
MRS. M. Of course!
MAGGIE. More than everything and everybody?
MRS. M. Of course!
MAGGIE. Well, there’s something wrong with me, then—or else with Walter. I don’t feel a bit like that. There’s no “of course” with me. I wouldn’t go and sit in the Park with him this afternoon for anything.
MRS. M. I suppose you’ve quarrelled?
MAGGIE. No, we haven’t. I wish we had.
MRS. M. Maggie! Don’t talk like that.