GREGORY [interrupting her]. Yes, Yes: I know all about that. It's not romantic: it's not Don Juan: it's not advanced; but we feel it all the same. It's far deeper in our blood and bones than all the romantic stuff. My father got into a scandal once: that was why my mother made me promise never to make love to a married woman. And now I've done it I can't feel honest. Don't pretend to despise me or laugh at me. You feel it too. You said just now that your own conscience was uneasy when you thought of your husband. What must it be when you think of my wife? MRS. JUNO [rising aghast]. Your wife!!! You don't dare sit there and tell me coolly that you're a married man! GREGORY. I never led you to believe I was unmarried. MRS. JUNO. Oh! You never gave me the faintest hint that you had a wife. GREGORY. I did indeed. I discussed things with you that only married people really understand. MRS. JUNO. Oh!! GREGORY. I thought it the most delicate way of letting you know. MRS. JUNO. Well, you ARE a daisy, I must say. I suppose that's vulgar; but really! really!! You and your goodness! However, now we've found one another out there's only one thing to be done. Will you please go? GREGORY [rising slowly]. I OUGHT to go. MRS. JUNO. Well, go. GREGORY. Yes. Er--[he tries to go]. I--I somehow can't. [He sits down again helplessly]. My conscience is active: my will is paralyzed. This is really dreadful. Would you mind ringing the bell and asking them to throw me out? You ought to, you know. MRS. JUNO. What! make a scandal in the face of the whole hotel! Certainly not. Don't be a fool. GREGORY. Yes; but I can't go. MRS. JUNO. Then I can. Goodbye. GREGORY [clinging to her hand]. Can you really? MRS. JUNO. Of course I--[she wavers]. Oh, dear! [They contemplate one another helplessly]. I can't. [She sinks on the lounge, hand in hand with him]. GREGORY. For heaven's sake pull yourself together. It's a question of self-control. MRS. JUNO [dragging her hand away and retreating to the end of the chesterfield]. No: it's a question of distance. Self-control is all very well two or three yards off, or on a ship, with everybody looking on. Don't come any nearer. GREGORY. This is a ghastly business. I want to go away; and I can't. MRS. JUNO. I think you ought to go [he makes an effort; and she adds quickly] but if you try I shall grab you round the neck and disgrace myself. I implore you to sit still and be nice. GREGORY. I implore you to run away. I believe I can trust myself to let you go for your own sake. But it will break my heart. MRS. JUNO. I don't want to break your heart. I can't bear to think of your sitting here alone. I can't bear to think of sitting alone myself somewhere else. It's so senseless--so ridiculous--when we might be so happy. I don't want to be wicked, or coarse. But I like you very much; and I do want to be affectionate and human. GREGORY. I ought to draw a line.