JOHN. In my opinion, Maggie, we’ll be a very happy pair.
[She accepts this eagerly.]
MAGGIE. We know each other so well, John, don’t we?
JOHN. I’m an extraordinary queer character, and I suppose nobody knows me well except myself; but I know you, Maggie, to the very roots of you.
[She magnanimously lets this remark alone.]
MAGGIE. And it’s not as if there was any other woman you—fancied more, John.
JOHN. There’s none whatever.
MAGGIE. If there ever should be—oh, if there ever should be! Some woman with charm.
JOHN. Maggie, you forget yourself. There couldn’t be another woman once I was a married man.
MAGGIE. One has heard of such things.