You can't forgive insults that were not intended, and a "low intrigue" which was only a mad, selfish leap for life. Let us part then, if you please. We missed our moment for passion long ago, if that is what you want.
Mrs. Denham.
My want aches deeper. Well, you love another woman. Go to her. Let her make you happy if she can.
Denham.
Why should I go to her? I love her as a dream; let me keep her as a dream. Why should I spoil her life as I have spoiled yours?
Mrs. Denham.
You could not spoil her life as you have spoiled mine, if you love her.
Denham.
(half to himself as he comes down stage r) It is a magnificent temptation. To give one's passion its full reckless swing, to feel the blood bounding in one's veins—
Mrs. Denham.