"And before that?"
"Before that we were all right."
"And she'd been away, too."
"Yes. Ages. That made it all the funnier."
"I wish you'd told me before."
"I wish I had, if it makes you happier."
"It does. Still, we can't go on, Jerrold, till she knows."
"Of course we can't. It's too awful. I'll tell her. And we'll go away somewhere while she's divorcing me, and stay away till I can marry you…. It'll be all different when we've got away."
"When you've told her. We ought to have told her long ago, before it happened."
"Yes. But now—what the devil am I to tell her?"