ACT II
Kitty : No, she hasn’t come yet. But she’ll soon be here now.
Chris : Poor thing!
Jenny : You can’t remember her at all?
Chris : Oh, yes, in a sense. I know how she bows when you meet her in the street, how she dresses when she goes to church. I know her as one knows a woman staying in the same hotel . . . just like that.
Jenny : It’s a pity you can’t remember Kitty. All that a wife should be she’s been to you.
Chris : Jenny, is this true?
Jenny : That Kitty’s been a good wife?
Chris : That Kitty is my wife, that I am old, that . . . that . . . all of it . . . all this this house . . .
Jenny : It’s all true, Chris. She is your wife, and this place has changed—and it’s better and jollier in all sorts of ways, believe me—and fifteen years have passed . . .
Chris : Why did I marry her?
Jenny : Chris!
Chris : Why?
Jenny : You fell in love with her . . . down at the Elliotts’, after you came back from Mexico.
Chris : Mexico? Did I go to Mexico? Why?
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