Arnold. I want to ask you if you’ve quite made up your mind to go.
Elizabeth. Quite.
Arnold. Just now I seem to have said all that I didn’t want to say and nothing that I did. I’m stupid and tongue-tied. I never told you how deeply I loved you.
Elizabeth. Oh, Arnold!
Arnold. Please let me speak now. It’s so very difficult. If I seemed absorbed in politics and the house, and so on, to the exclusion of my interest in you, I’m dreadfully sorry. I suppose it was absurd of me to think you would take my great love for granted.
Elizabeth. But, Arnold, I’m not reproaching you.
Arnold. I’m reproaching myself. I’ve been tactless and neglectful. But I do ask you to believe that it hasn’t been because I didn’t love you. Can you forgive me?
Elizabeth. I don’t think that there’s anything to forgive.
Arnold. It wasn’t till to-day when you talked of leaving me that I realised how desperately in love with you I was.