John. Well, I've been successful. [After a pause.] The decree's been declared invalid. Understand?
Cynthia. [Looking at him for a moment; then speaking.] Not—precisely.
John. [After a moment's silence.] I'm awfully sorry—I'm awfully sorry, Cynthia, but, you're my wife still.
[There is a pause.
Cynthia. [With rapture.] Honour bright?
[She sinks into the armchair.
John. [Nods. Half laughingly.] Crazy country, isn't it?
Cynthia. [Nods. After an interval.] Well, Jack—what's to be done?
John. [Gently.] Whatever you say.
[He moves a few steps toward her.