Philip: And then, one fine day, in a moment of hysterical exaltation, you pull down the very scaffolding of the building, and, sitting among the ruins, you still smile and say: “Love is the only sense in the world.” A child of ten could have told that I had ceased to care for you. And I have been sacrificed on my own altar. Funny, isn’t it?
Ann: Oh, my God!
Philip: Well, I don’t want to waste any time psychologizing. I want to discuss the situation sensibly. Does your husband mean to divorce you?
Ann: No. You see, he doesn’t believe that I was telling the truth.
Philip (infinitely relieved): Doesn’t believe that I have been your lover?
Ann: No.
Philip: Good God—you are a clever woman, Ann.
Ann: They none of them believe it except Uncle Bill. They think—it was a mad invention.
Philip: Well, you must try and make all of your friends think it was a joke.