The unanimity of their blame was the only thing that consoled me.
JENNY.
And one of them advised you to study an English grammar. And you're the fine gentleman who looks down on poor things like us!
BASIL.
I often wonder if the reviewer who abuses you for a printer's error realises what pleasure he causes the wife of your bosom.
JENNY.
Oh, I've learnt to know you so well this last six months--since the baby died. You've got no cause to set yourself up on a pedestal.
BASIL.
[_With a laugh._] My dear Jenny, I never pretended to be a golden idol.
JENNY.
I know what you are now. And I was such a fool as to think you a hero.
You're merely a failure. In everything you try you're a miserable failure.
BASIL.
[_With a slight sigh._] Perhaps you're right, Jenny.
[BASIL _walks up and down; and then, stopping, looks at her for a moment meditatively_.
BASIL.
I sometimes wonder whether we shouldn't be happier--if we lived apart.
JENNY.
[_With a start._] What d'you mean?
BASIL.
We don't seem able to get on very well. And I see no chance of things going any better.
JENNY.
[_With staring eyes._] D'you mean to say you want to separate?
BASIL.
I think it might be better for both of us--at least for a time. Perhaps later on we might try again.
JENNY.
And what'll _you_ do?
BASIL.
I should go abroad for a while.
JENNY.
With Mrs. Murray. Is that it? You want to go away with her.
BASIL.
[_Impatiently._] No. Of course not.
JENNY.
I don't believe it. You're in love with her.
BASIL.
You've got no right to say that.
JENNY.
Haven't I? I suppose I must shut my eyes and say nothing. You're in love with her. D'you think I've not seen it in these months? That's why you want to leave me.
BASIL.
It's impossible for us to live together. We shall never agree, and we shall never be happy. For God's sake let us separate and have done with it.
JENNY.
You're sick of me. You've had all you want out of me, and now I can go.
The fine lady comes along, and you send me away like a housemaid. D'you think I can't see that you're in love with her? You'd sacrifice me without a thought to save her a moment's unpleasantness. And because you love her you hate me.
BASIL.
It's not true.
JENNY.
Can you deny that you're in love with her?
BASIL.
You're simply mad. Good heavens, I've done nothing that could give you the least cause to be jealous.
JENNY.