Basil.
I should think I was unhappy. For months I've dreaded going home. When I saw my house as I walked along I almost turned sick. You don't know how fervently I've wished that I'd got killed in the war. I can't go on.
Hilda.
But you must. It's your duty.
Basil.
Oh, I think I've had enough of duty and honour. I've used up all my principles in the last year.
Hilda.
Don't say that, Basil.
Basil.
After all, it's my own fault. I brought it on myself, and I must take the consequences.... But I haven't the strength, I don't love her.