John. And now, may I ask you a very simple question? Mere curiosity on my part, but, why did you come here this morning?
Cynthia. I have already explained that to you.
John. Not your real motive. Permit me!
Cynthia. Oh!
John. But I believe I have guessed your real—permit me—your real motive!
Cynthia. Oh!
John. [With mock sympathy.] Cynthia, I am sorry for you.
Cynthia. H'm?
John. Of course we had a pretty lively case of the fever—the mutual attraction fever, and we were married a very short time. And I conclude that's what's the matter with you! You see, my dear, seven months of married life is too short a time to cure a bad case of the fancies.
Cynthia. [In angry surprise.] What?