Nonsense, give me a nice kiss, and we’ll forget all about our troubles. I’ll try to make you a good husband, Sylvia. I’ll do all I can to make you happy. Give me a kiss.
[When he seeks to raise her face in order to kiss her, she tears herself violently from him.
Sylvia.
No, don’t! Don’t touch me! God give me strength! I’m so pitifully weak.
John.
Sylvia!
Sylvia.
Don’t come near me! For God’s sake! [She puts her hands before her face, trying to control and to collect herself, and there is a moment’s pause.] It never occurred to me that you didn’t care for me any more, and when you told me, for a moment I lost my head. Forgive me for that, dear, and forget it. I’m not going to marry you.
John.