Angelina (aside). Failure of Marriage Number Two! Weddings seem to be mistake!
(Two hours pass.)
Third Heroine. I tell you, my Lord Bishop, that I have never regretted leaving you. Twenty years ago you were a young curate, and you spoilt our married life by your indulgence. You let me have everything I wanted. No, my Lord, I will hear no more.
Angelina (aside). Another matrimonial failure! I really must have a good think over it.
Pater. (to Mater.). Well, I hope you are satisfied!
Mater. (to Pater.). Awfully depressing, but I don't see what harm it can do to anyone.
(An hour passes.)
Angelina (writing in her own room). "Dear Edwin, I call you by your christian name, for the last time. I can never be yours. I am convinced from all I have heard that marriage is a failure. Sincerely yours, Angelina."
[Scene closes in upon a flood of tears.