"Well, you see, dear, I'm not."
I sighed. "I'm afraid not," I said. "I fear not."
Suddenly I sat up. "Good Lord!" I exclaimed. "Hooray!"
"What is it?"
"Don't you see? This puts matters on an entirely different footing. Darling, you don't want me to do the right thing, therefore you're not perfect."
"No; that's settled."
"Well then, you don't deserve a perfect husband."
"I don't want one."
"That's not the point. You don't deserve one."
"No," said Diana.