Jenny.
You talk as if we only remained together because it was convenient.
Basil.
[Passionately.] Let me go, Jenny. I can't stand it any more. I feel as if I shall go mad.
Jenny.
[Full of pain and anguish.] It's nothing at all to you.
Basil.
Jenny, I did my best for you a year ago. I gave you all I had to give. It was little enough in all conscience. Now I ask you to give me back my freedom.
Jenny.
[Distracted.] You only think of yourself. What is to become of me?