Simon
Well, you’re a devil. You only did it to annoy me. He’s far too plump, and he can’t do anything but dither about the Embassy in badly-cut trousers. You loathe him really; you know you do—you’re too intelligent not to. You couldn’t like him and me at the same time—it’s impossible!
Myra
Don’t be so conceited.
Simon
Darling—I adore you.
Myra
That’s right.
Simon
But you’re callous—that’s what it is, callous! You don’t care a damn. You don’t love me a bit, do you?