Let me go.
Ronny.
D'you really want me to go?
Violet.
You know I don't. I adore you. It'll kill me if you go. [He bends down and passionately kisses her hand.] Ronny, Ronny, don't! What are you doing? [She tears her hand away. She is trembling with emotion. He is white and cold with passion. They sit opposite one another for a while in silence.] What a punishment! When you told me this afternoon that you loved me I thought I'd never been happy in my life before, and though it tore my heart to think that you must go I felt—oh, I don't know—as though my joy was so overwhelming, there was no room in my heart for anything else. And now I'm wretched, wretched.
Ronny.
But why? Darling! My darling, we were going to be parted, and now we're going to be together. Can anything matter beside that?
Violet.
It's all so hopeless.
Ronny.