Pendleton. Really, Margaret, this is becoming exasperating. [Holds up letters.] Here are four more, I suppose for both of us. People keep on inviting us out together time after time as though we were the most conventional married couple on God's earth.
Margaret. Do you object to going out with me?
Pendleton [doubtfully]. No, it isn't that. But we're having too much of a good thing. And I've come to the conclusion that it's your fault.
Margaret [indignantly]. Oh! it's my fault? Of course you'd blame me. Why?
Pendleton. Because you have such an absurd habit of boasting to people of your devotion for me, when we're out.
Margaret. You surely don't expect me to quarrel with you in public?
Pendleton. It isn't necessary to go to that extent. But then everybody believes that we're utterly, almost stupidly in love with one another, what can you expect?
Margaret. You said once you never wanted me to suppress anything.
Pendleton. That was before we began to live together.
Margaret. What could I have done?