May. Oh, Roy, must you go?
Roy. ’Tis Wednesday night: my evening out.
May. ’Tis Christmas eve, and to-morrow is——
Roy. The anniversary of our wedding, May. Did you think I had forgotten that?
May. No, not forgotten it, Roy, but on the eve of——
Roy. Such a glorious anniversary, you think I should remain at home. No, May, duty calls me,——a religious duty,——which I would not disregard even for the sake of your dear company.
May. Roy, you are withholding confidence from me. You will not tell me why you go, where you go? Is that right?
Roy (laughing). Ha! ha! ha! Inquisitive female. No, it’s all wrong; but that I may right it I go, and you may have the blaze all to yourself. Imagine yourself Cinderella among the embers, and wish the fairy godmother would drop down the chimney to keep you company. Now tell me what would be your first request?
May. That my husband would have no secrets I could not share.
Roy. That’s a very sensible request. What next?