The New Woman: An Original Comedy, in Four Acts

by Sydney Grundy

But you shall. I’ve often heard you say that a loveless marriage is no marriage. Well, ours is loveless enough, isn’t it?

MRS. SYLVESTER.

It has been.

SYLVESTER.

It is! I’ve never understood you; and if there was any good in me, you’ve never taken the trouble to find it out.

MRS. SYLVESTER.

I can’t bear this now.

SYLVESTER.

You must. Don’t think I’m going to reproach you. I take all the blame on myself. What if I were to tell you that you’ve made a convert to your principles where you least expected it?

MRS. SYLVESTER.