He. I never said a word.
She. How much did you imply? Guy, is this amount of confidence to be our stock to start the new life on?
He. No, of course not. I didn’t mean that. On my word and honour, I didn’t. Let it pass, dear. Please let it pass.
She. This once yes and a second time, and again and again, all through the years when I shall be unable to resent it. You want too much, my Lancelot, and, you know too much.
He. How do you mean?
She. That is a part of the punishment. There cannot be perfect trust between us.
He. In Heaven’s name, why not?
She. Hush! The Other Place is quite enough. Ask yourself.
He. I don’t follow.
She. You trust me so implicitly that when I look at another man Never mind. Guy, have you ever made love to a girl a good girl?