SHE. Yes. Only—
HE. Only what?
SHE. It—it seems . . . such a pity. . . .
HE. Pity! The pity is this—that we should sit here and haggle about our hatred. That's all there's left between us.
SHE. (standing up) I won't haggle, Paul. If you think we should part, we shall this very night. But I don't want to part this way, Paul. I know I've hurt you. I want to be forgiven before I go.
HE. (standing up to face her) Can't we finish without another sentimental lie? I'm in no mood to act out a pretty scene with you.
SHE. That was unjust, Paul. You know I don't mean that. What I want is to make you understand, so you won't hate me.
HE. More explanations. I thought we had both got tired of them. I used to think it possible to heal a wound by words. But we ought to know better. They're like acid in it.
SHE. Please don't, Paul—This is the last time we shall ever hurt each other. Won't you listen to me?
HE. Go on.