Simon
You were being beautiful and sad.
Judith
But I am beautiful and sad.
Simon
You’re not particularly beautiful, darling, and you never were.
Judith
Glancing at herself in the glass.
Never mind; I made thousands think I was.
Simon
And as for being sad—
Judith
Now, Simon, I will not be dictated to like this. If I say I’m sad, I amam sad. You don’t understand, because you’re precocious and tiresome. … There comes a time in all women’s lives—