That mediæval incantation! No, love, which is given by God, not the artificial form made by man.
Helen
I knew it! I knew you'd see it—the mistake of all the ages. They've tried to make love fit marriage. It can't be done. Marriage must be changed to fit love. [Impulsively.] Yes, I'll go to Paris with you.
Ernest
[about to take her in his arms]
You darling!
Helen
[steps back]
But not as your wife.
Ernest