G. (_Very softly._) My boy of boys! Shall I tell _you_ something?
CAPT. G. Yes, if it's not dreadful--about other men.
MRS. G. It's about my own bad little self.
CAPT. G. Then it must be good. Go on, dear.
MRS. G. (_Slowly._) I don't know why I'm telling you, Pip; but if ever
you marry again--(_Interlude._) Take your hand from my mouth or I'll
_bite!_ In the future, then remember-- I don't know quite how to put it!
CAPT. G. (_Snorting indignantly._) Don't try. 'Marry again,' indeed!
MRS. G. I must. Listen, my husband. Never, never, _never_ tell your
wife anything that you do not wish her to remember and think over all
her life. Because a woman--yes, I _am_ a woman--_can't_ forget.
CAPT. G. By Jove, how do _you_ know that?
MRS. G. (_Confusedly._) I don't. I'm only guessing. I am--I was--a
silly little girl; but I feel that I know so much, oh, so very much
more than you, dearest. To begin with, I'm your wife.
CAPT. G. So I have been led to believe.
MRS. G. And I shall want to know every one of your secrets--to share
everything you know with you. (_Stares round desperately.
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