I don't know.
Violet.
I'd like you to be frank with me.
Ronny.
[Unwillingly.] You don't want my love. She's sweet and kind and tender.
Violet.
I think she might make you very happy.
Ronny.
Who knows?
[There is a pause. Violet forces herself to make the final renunciation. Her fingers move spasmodically in the effort she makes to speak calmly.]