That love won’t last long. Love can’t live on nothing!
SYLVESTER.
There is no hope for me?
MARGERY.
No, not a scrap!
SYLVESTER.
Then what do you propose? To sacrifice your life to an idea—to be true to a phantom? You owe no faith to one who is unfaithful. Think! You are young—your real life lies before you—would you end it before it’s begun? A widow before you’re a wife?
MARGERY.
I am a wife, and I shall not forget it. If I have lost my husband’s love, at least I’ll save his honour. A public scandal mayn’t mean much to you, but it means your wife’s ruin—it means Gerald’s. Gerald shall not be ruined! You shall go back to her!
SYLVESTER.