Judith
No, David, you can’t evade the real issues as calmly as that. I’ve known for a long time—I’ve realised subconsciously for years that you’ve stopped caring for me in “that way.”
David
Irritably.
What do you mean—“that way”?
Judith
With a wave of the hand.
Just that way. … It’s rather tragic, but quite inevitable. I’m growing old now—men don’t grow old like women, as you’ll find to your cost, Myra, in a year or two. David has retained his youth astonishingly, perhaps because he has had fewer responsibilities and cares than I—
Myra
This is all ridiculous hysteria.
David
Looking at her and not liking her very much.
No, Myra—Judith is right. What are we to do?
Myra
Furious.
Do? Nothing!
Judith
Ignoring her.
Do you love her truly, David?
David
Madly.