ROBERT.
[With a vague gesture.] For all. That a woman, too, has the right to try with many men until she finds love. An immoral idea, is it not? I wanted to write a book about it. I began it...
RICHARD.
[As before.] Yes?
ROBERT.
Because I knew a woman who seemed to me to be doing that—carrying out that idea in her own life. She interested me very much.
RICHARD.
When was this?
ROBERT.
O, not lately. When you were away.
[Richard leaves his place rather abruptly and again paces to and fro.]
ROBERT.
You see, I am more honest than you thought.
RICHARD.
I wish you had not thought of her now—whoever she was, or is.
ROBERT.
[Easily.] She was and is the wife of a stockbroker.
RICHARD.
[Turning.] You know him?