Norah.
I married you in a fit of temper. It was very stupid of me. I’m very sorry that I—that I’ve been all this trouble to you. Won’t you let me go?
Taylor.
No, I can’t do that.
Norah.
I’m no good to you. You’ve told me that I’m useless. I can’t do any of the things that you want a wife to do. You can’t be so hard-hearted as to make me pay with all my life for one moment’s madness.
Taylor.
What good would it do if I let you go? Will you go to Gertie and ask her to take you back again? You’ve got too much pride for that.
Norah.
I don’t think I’ve got much pride left.