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I see you hold your husband well in hand, Mrs. Allmers.

I hold to my rights. And besides, everything must have an end.

Oh, not everything—I hope. Good morning, Miss Allmers!

[Holding aloof from him.] Good morning.

[Looking at ] Not everything, you say?

Oh, I am firmly convinced that there are some things in the world that will never come to an end.

I suppose you are thinking of love—and that sort of thing.

[Warmly.] I am thinking of all that is lovely!

And that never comes to an end. Yes, let us think of that, hope for that, all of us.

[Coming up to them.] I suppose you will soon have finished your road-work out here?