Anne.
I have.
Arthur.
I always look upon you as so calm and self-controlled.
Anne.
I was desperately in love for years with a man. I should have made him an excellent wife, although it's I as says it. But it never occurred to him for an instant that my feelings were more than friendly. And eventually he married somebody else.
Arthur.
My dear friend, I hate to think of your being unhappy.
Anne.
I'm not. That's why I told you the tragic story. I've got over it so completely that now I have an equal affection both for him and his wife.