David
Novels which earn us our daily bread.
Judith
“Daily bread” nonsense! We’ve got enough money to keep us in comfort until we die.
David
That will be very soon, if we can’t get a little peace. Come out into the garden—
To Myra .
Judith
I sincerely hope the night air will cool you.
David
I don’t know what’s happened to you lately, Judith.
Judith
Nothing’s happened to me—nothing ever does. You’re far too smug to allow it.