Philip. Why, then, did you run off to Belmont Park with that fellow?
Cynthia. Philip, I—eh—
Philip. [Sitting down at the table.] What motive? What reason? On our wedding day? Why did you do it?
Cynthia. I'll tell you the truth. I was bored.
Philip. [Staggered.] Bored? In my company?
Cynthia. I was bored, and then—and besides, Sir Wilfrid asked me to go.
Philip. Exactly, and that was why you went. Cynthia, when you promised to marry me, you told me you had forever done with love. You agreed that marriage was the rational coming together of two people.
Cynthia. I know, I know!
Philip. Do you believe that now?
Cynthia. I don't know what I believe. My brain is in a whirl! But, Philip, I am beginning to be—I'm afraid—yes, I am afraid that one can't just select a great and good man [Indicating him.] and say: I will be happy with him.