Isn’t it funny! It’s losing its romance—being handed over like some food at supper. Isn’t it funny—and disappointing.
Randolph
I can’t say I admire you, Sabine.
Sabine
No, you can’t. But you will when you know my wife better.
Mrs. Sabine
(Losing control)
I’m more ashamed of you than I am of myself. Why didn’t you stop me if you knew? What’s the reason? Why didn’t you strike me? Why didn’t you, so I could feel you and I were quits? Why didn’t you—like that and that. (She strikes him furiously with her gloves once or twice, but he continues smiling.)
Randolph
Mary, don’t let’s have a scene. Sh!