Anne.
That isn't the reason, Arthur. You didn't ask me because you didn't love me. If you had you'd have let friendship go hang. [Seeing that he is not paying any attention to her.] What's the matter?
Arthur.
The music has stopped.
Anne.
[With a slight tightening of the lips.] I'm afraid my concerns don't interest you very much. I was only talking about them to distract you.
Arthur.
Forgive me, but I've got this anguish gnawing at my heart. Anne, when they come back here I want you to come with me for a stroll in the garden.
Anne.