I must be silent!
MARGERY.
Or not talk in that way.
[Moves away.
SYLVESTER [following, in an outburst].
Gerald doesn’t love you [movement of Margery]—oh, you said that just now! you mayn’t know that you said it, but you did! My wife doesn’t love me—I don’t love my wife—and yet I must say nothing.
MARGERY.
What’s it to me that you don’t love your wife?
SYLVESTER.
I love you, Margery.