Charlotte. Why don’t you throw him over then? You ought to know how by this time.
Doris. Of course, having been unlucky in your own marriageable experience, you aren’t in a position to judge what I should do.
Charlotte. Do you love him?
Doris. Well, not—not especially.
Charlotte. Then throw him over.
Doris. I would—except for one thing. You see, it’d be sort of hard.
Charlotte. No, it wouldn’t.
Doris. Yes, it would. It wouldn’t be any cinch.
Charlotte. Why?
Doris. Well, you see I’ve been married to him for three days.