GUENEVERE. There's been two all along, Lancelot. I've more self-control than you—that's all. But I broke down tonight. I knew I oughtn't to tell you—now. But I knew I would.
LANCELOT. You, too!
They have unconsciously circled about to the opposite side of the room.
GUENEVERE. Oh, well, Lance, I fancy we aren't the only ones. It's a common human failing, no doubt. Lots of people must feel this way.
LANCELOT. What do they do about it?
GUENEVERE. Well, it all depends on what kind of people they are. Some of them go ahead and kiss. Others think of the consequences.
LANCELOT. Well, let's think of the consequences, then. What are they? I forget.
GUENEVERE. I don't. I'm keeping them very clearly in mind. In the first place—
LANCELOT. Yes?
GUENEVERE. What was it? Yes—in the first place, we would be sorry. And in the second place—