Lucy
[shrinking away as he approaches]
Don't touch me! Every time you come near me I have to nerve myself to stand it.
John
What's got into you? Don't I give you everything money can buy? My God, if I only gave you something to worry about; if I ran after other women like old man Baker——
Lucy
If you only would!—Then you'd let me alone. To me you are repulsive.
John
[taking hold of her]
Lucy! You are my wife.