Cynthia. [Indulgently, in spite of his folly, because he is kind.] You're such a dear, delightful Pagan! Here's your tea!
Matthew. [Taking the tea.] Why, my dear—you have a very sad expression!
Cynthia. [A little bitterly.] Why not?
Matthew. [With sentimental sweetness.] I feel as if I were of no use in the world when I see sadness on a young face. Only sinners should feel sad. You have committed no sin!
Cynthia. [Impulsively.] Yes, I have!
Matthew. Eh?
Cynthia. I committed the unpardonable sin—whe—when I married for love!
Matthew. One must not marry for anything else, my dear!
Cynthia. Why am I marrying your brother?
Matthew. I often wonder why? I wonder why you didn't choose to remain a free woman.