GUENEVERE. I should rather think it would bother you, Vivien!
VIVIEN. But it so happens that it doesn't. I'm not breaking up a marriage. There isn't any marriage there to break up. I know all about it. Lancelot told me. That marriage was ended long ago. It's simply that he has never got a divorce.
GUENEVERE. But—but if that's true, why hasn't he got a divorce?
VIVIEN. On purpose, Gwen—as a protection! Against love-sick females like me. Against getting married again. I told you he wanted to work.
GUENEVERE. But Vivien! If he hasn't got a divorce—
VIVIEN. He'll have to get one, that's all. It won't take long. And in the meantime we can be engaged.
GUENEVERE. A funny sort of engagement, Vivien—to a married man!
VIVIEN. I think you're very unkind, Gwen. It isn't funny at all. It's a nuisance. We'll have to wait at least a month! I think you might sympathize with me. I believe you're in love with him yourself.
GUENEVERE. (coldly) Vivien!
VIVIEN. (contritely) I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. But I do think he's so terribly nice—I don't see how any woman can help being in love with him. Well—I'm off to his studio, to learn my fate. Wish me luck, if you can!