The Unknown; A Play in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

But you never made the least sign.

Sylvia.

I hadn’t time to think it out, but I’ve been thinking hard ever since, day and night, and I’ve listened very carefully to what you’ve said to-day. I can’t keep up the pretence any more. I’ve quite made up my mind. I won’t marry you.

John.

But in God’s name, why?

Sylvia.

You are not the John I loved and promised myself to. It’s a different man that has come back from abroad. I have nothing in common with that man.

John.

Sylvia, you don’t mean to say that you don’t care for me any more because on certain matters I don’t hold the same views as you?

Sylvia.