AUDR. I don’t think you would. You have never guessed——
MICH. Guessed——
AUDR. What a world there is within oneself that one never dares speak of! I wish to hide nothing from you. I would have you know me through and through for just the woman that I am, just that and no other, because, don’t you see—I don’t want to cheat you of a farthing’s-worth of esteem on false pretences—I want you to like me, Audrie Lesden, and not some myth of your imagination. But if you were armed with all the tortures of hell for plucking the truth about myself from my lips, I should still hide myself from you. So, guess, guess, guess, grand inquisitor—what is here (tapping her forehead) and here! (Putting her hand on her heart.) You’ll never guess one thousandth part of the truth!
MICH. But tell me something in your past life that you have never told to another creature.
AUDR. I have two great secrets—one is about yourself, one is about another man.
MICH. Myself? Another man?
AUDR. My husband.
MICH. You said you had been unhappy.
AUDR. I married as thousands of girls do, carelessly, thoughtlessly. I was married for my money. No one had ever told me that love was sacred.