And just now when you were alone he kissed your hands.
Violet.
How do you know?
Arthur.
When I wanted to kiss them you withdrew them. You couldn't bear that I should touch them. You felt on them still the pressure of his lips.
Violet.
I couldn't help it. He was beside himself with joy because he needn't go. I don't want to love him, Arthur. I want to love you. I've tried so desperately hard.
Arthur.
My dear, one either loves or one doesn't. I'm afraid trying doesn't do much good.
Violet.