"I can't match words with you, Jane. Say what you want and let's get through with it."
"Paxton, your wife has given me no reason to believe that my love is of any importance to her. Couldn't we...?"
"I'm not here to interrogate my wife, nor ask for any justification of her feelings. I only want her to decide what she wants me to do."
"Jerry, what do you want to do?" she asked him.
He hesitated several seconds.
"If you love him, I want to get out of your way as soon as possible," he answered.
"And if I do not love him?"
"Then I want him to get out."
Jane went over to the window and looked out into the early evening for some moments. The two men scarcely stirred. Then suddenly, as if something snapped, Jerry laughed.
"It's just like Candida, isn't it?" he said bitterly. "You, poet, must offer her high moments, and I, the dull husband, must offer my need of her!"