Basil.
I sometimes wonder whether we shouldn't be happier—if we lived apart.
Jenny.
[With a start.] What d'you mean?
Basil.
We don't seem able to get on very well. And I see no chance of things going any better.
Jenny.
[With staring eyes.] D'you mean to say you want to separate?
Basil.
I think it might be better for both of us—at least for a time. Perhaps later on we might try again.