RUTH. Martin, don't go. Don't give the word. For my sake, Martin.
MARTIN. The song is calling.
RUTH. Are we English to be French and lose our senses for a song? Is all that you and I have said and done to go for naught?
MARTIN. Ruth, tell the truth
RUTH. The truth?
MARTIN. Is it you and I or you and that other?
RUTH. Other?
MARTIN. You know whom I mean. Guy Barlow.
RUTH. I love him, Martin.
MARTIN. At last! The truth.