"Her sweetness doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. If I once see her, Jerrold, nothing'll ever be the same again."
"Darling, really it's the only thing you can do. Think. If you don't, can't you see how it'll give the show away? She'd wonder what on earth you meant by it. We've got to behave as if nothing had happened. This isn't behaving as if nothing had happened, is it?"
"No. You see, it has happened. Oh Jerrold, I wouldn't mind if only we could be straight about it. But it'll mean lying and lying, and I can't bear it. I'd rather go out and tell everybody and face the music."
"So would I. But we can't…. Look here, Anne. We don't care a damn what people think. You wouldn't care if we were found out to-morrow——"
"I wouldn't. It would be the best thing that could happen to us."
"To us, yes. If Maisie divorced me. Then we could marry. It would be all right for us. Not for Maisie. You do care about hurting Maisie, don't you?"
"Yes. I couldn't bear her to be hurt. If only I needn't see her."
"Darling, you must see her. You can't not. I want you to."
"Well, if you want it so awfully, I will. But I tell you it won't be the same thing, afterwards, ever."