human
This _is_ an unexpected pleasure. I think it must be the first time . . . the very first time that. . . .
gpt
Is that all you've got to say to me?
human
All? What else, my dear? I don't understand. . . .
gpt
You understand quite well, I answered, and then looking towards the door of the adjoining apartment, I said,
human
Oh, you mean that . . . perhaps you imagine that. . . .
gpt
Listen, I said.
human
This is the end of everything between you and me.
gpt
The end? Why, I thought that was long ago. In fact I thought everything ended before it began.
human
I mean. . . . I knew I was faltering . . .
gpt
I mean that I can no longer keep up the farce of being your wife.
human
Farce! Again he laughed.
gpt
I congratulate you, my dear. Farce is exactly the word for it. Our relations have been a farce ever since the day we were married, and if anything has gone wrong you have only yourself to blame for it. What's a man to do whose wife is no company for anybody but the saints and angels?