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[Darkly.] Only that I cannot endure to be here any more.

Here! With Rita, do you mean?

Yes. Rita and I cannot go on living together.

[Seizes his arm and shakes it.] Oh, Alfred—don't say anything so terrible!

It is the truth I am telling you. We are making each other wicked and hateful.

[With painful emotion.] I had never—never dreamt of anything like this!

I did not realise it either, till to-day.

And now you want to! What is it you really want, Alfred?

I want to get away from everything here—far, far away from it all.

And to stand quite alone in the world?