Elizabeth. I don’t. I blame you for nothing. I have no fault to find with you.
Arnold. [Surprised at her significant tone.] Good gracious me! what’s the meaning of all this?
Elizabeth. Well, I don’t think there’s any object in beating about the bush. I want you to let me go.
Arnold. Go where?
Elizabeth. Away. For always.
Arnold. My dear child, what are you talking about?
Elizabeth. I want to be free.
Arnold. [Amused rather than disconcerted.] Don’t be ridiculous, darling. I daresay you’re run down and want a change. I’ll take you over to Paris for a fortnight if you like.
Elizabeth. I shouldn’t have spoken to you if I hadn’t quite made up my mind. We’ve been married for three years and I don’t think it’s been a great success. I’m frankly bored by the life you want me to lead.
Arnold. Well, if you’ll allow me to say so, the fault is yours. We lead a very distinguished, useful life. We know a lot of extremely nice people.