Elizabeth. You might have said that before.
Arnold. I thought you’d take it for granted. You can’t expect a man to go on making love to his wife after three years. I’m very busy. I’m awfully keen on politics and I’ve worked like a dog to make this house a thing of beauty. After all, a man marries to have a home, but also because he doesn’t want to be bothered with sex and all that sort of thing. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you and I’ve been in love ever since.
Elizabeth. I’m sorry, but if you’re not in love with a man his love doesn’t mean very much to you.
Arnold. It’s so ungrateful. I’ve done everything in the world for you.
Elizabeth. You’ve been very kind to me. But you’ve asked me to lead a life I don’t like and that I’m not suited for. I’m awfully sorry to cause you pain, but now you must let me go.
Arnold. Nonsense! I’m a good deal older than you are and I think I have a little more sense. In your interests as well as in mine I’m not going to do anything of the sort.
Elizabeth. [With a smile.] How can you prevent me? You can’t keep me under lock and key.
Arnold. Please don’t talk to me as if I were a foolish child. You’re my wife and you’re going to remain my wife.
Elizabeth. What sort of a life do you think we should lead? Do you think there’d be any more happiness for you than for me?
Arnold. But what is it precisely that you suggest?