DR. FREEMANTLE. Of course, in this case, a little bit of the devil—
FANNY [she shakes her head]. There’s such a lot of mine. It has always hampered me, never being able to hit the happy medium.
DR. FREEMANTLE. It is awkward.
FANNY. I thought I would go on being an angel—
DR. FREEMANTLE. Saint.
FANNY. Saint—till—well, till it became physically impossible to be a saint any longer.
DR. FREEMANTLE. And then?
FANNY [she rises, turns to him with a gesture of half-comic, half-tragic despair]. Well, then I can’t help it, can I?
DR. FREEMANTLE. I think you’re making a mistake. An explosion will undoubtedly have to take place. That being so, the sooner it takes place the better. [He rises.] What are you afraid of?
FANNY [she changes her tone—the talk becomes serious]. You’ve known Vernon all his life?