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Who ever heard of a married man—I suppose you think all girls would be pleased to know that you were running home to your wife every night. It's ridiculous! When the people found out they'd laugh themselves sick

I know what you want.

[Refuses to meet his gaze.] You flatter yourself.

You'll give me that ring, too?

[Pushes the hair back from his forehead.] Yes.

I'm not happy in this house.

[Still stroking his hair.] Nobody takes care of you. [''They are silent. enters, carrying a cup of coffee. removes her hand from head. There is a pause.'']