You are mistaken there. It was your voice that spoke them, but the words were hers. It’s she who’s robbed me of your love! It isn’t I who’ve lost it; she has stolen it!
GERALD.
No, no!
MARGERY.
Be careful, or she’ll steal your honour too. Don’t trust to her fine phrases. She deceives herself. She wants your love, that’s what that woman wants: not to instruct the world—just to be happy—nothing more or less; but she won’t make you happy or herself. If I am no companion, she’s a bad one!
GERALD.
You wrong her, Margery—indeed, you do! I was the culprit——
MARGERY.
Have some pity on me! Don’t let the last words I shall hear you say be words defending her! Think what she’s done for me! Think how you loved me when you married me—think what our two lives might have been, but for her—think what mine will be! for mine won’t be like yours. Your love is dead, and you will bury it, but mine’s alive—alive!
[Breaks down.