Elizabeth. I’m quite willing to allow that the fault is mine. But how does that make it any better? I’m only twenty-five. If I’ve made a mistake I have time to correct it.
Arnold. I can’t bring myself to take you very seriously.
Elizabeth. You see, I don’t love you.
Arnold. Well, I’m awfully sorry. But you weren’t obliged to marry me. You’ve made your bed and I’m afraid you must lie on it.
Elizabeth. That’s one of the falsest proverbs in the English language. Why should you lie on the bed you’ve made if you don’t want to? There’s always the floor.
Arnold. For goodness’ sake don’t be funny, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth. I’ve quite made up my mind to leave you, Arnold.
Arnold. Come, come, Elizabeth, you must be sensible. You haven’t any reason to leave me.
Elizabeth. Why should you wish to keep a woman tied to you who wants to be free?
Arnold. I happen to be in love with you.