Philip: That does indeed put me in a unique position. Someone a Cathcart can’t talk to.
Ann: I can’t bear it. What have I done? Don’t you love me any more? Don’t I even amuse you?
Philip: I don’t know.
Ann: You see, I haven’t ever loved anyone before. I suppose I am clumsy—I can’t play it as a game, giving little bits of myself to make you want more. I don’t know how to.
Philip: An end was bound to come sooner or later, wasn’t it?
Ann: But I don’t see. How can there be an end? I belong to you—all of me—always. Philip, my beloved, my lover.
Philip (bitterly): How surprised they would be.
Ann: Philip, you are teasing me, aren’t you? You’re testing me? You want to see how much I care. It will always be so easy for you to hurt me, dear heart—too easy to be amusing.
[Philip is sitting on the sofa beside her and she is stroking his face.