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?