[A pause.
Gwen: ... Well?
Margaret (to Frankie): He was one of your ideal young men.
Frankie: Yes?
Margaret: And not only innocent; ignorant. He knew his own needs, vaguely; not mine, at all. I suffered from his ignorance.... But he taught me something.
Gwen: What?
Margaret: Why so many married women go on regarding love-making as horrid.
Gwen: Why?
Margaret: They’re married to men who don’t know how to make love. You see, without gentleness and sensitiveness and consideration—and much that comes from knowledge, what ought to be complete harmony can be very disharmonious, what ought to be utterly satisfying to body and soul can be utterly nerve-racking and unsatisfactory.... Somebody said that a man who can’t make love is like an Orang-Utang playing the fiddle.... It wants learning—the fiddle.
Frankie: It seems so horrid to make that part of it so important.