I suppose you think I’m just a wicked liar.
John.
I ask you no questions. I make you no reproaches. What is the matter?
Sylvia.
Oh, John, after all we’ve been to one another it’s brutal to talk to me like that. If you think I did wrong, say so.
John.
Why?
Sylvia.
You’re cruel and hard. [She goes up to him.] John, you must listen to me.
John.