I hope not—judging from those who always say they have.
Theodore
[solemnly]
Helen, look at Ernest—Ernest look at Helen. [The lovers do so.] Look into each other's very souls!... You know, you must know, that in the eyes of God this thing would be a sin, a heinous sin.
[The lovers gaze deep into each other's eyes in silence.
Ernest
[tremulous from the emotion he has just been through]
The glory and the gladness I see in this woman's eyes a sin? Her trust in me, my worship of her, our new-found belief in a future life, our greater usefulness together in this—bah! don't talk to me about sin! Such women cannot sin—they love.
John
[tired out]