I don't want to.
ANABEL. And what will you do when we leave here?
GERALD. God knows! Don't worry me. Be still a bit.
ANABEL. But I'M worried. You don't love me.
GERALD. I won't argue it.
ANABEL. And I'm not happy.
GERALD. Why not, Anabel?
ANABEL. Because you don't love me--and I can't forget.
GERALD. I do love you--and to-night I've forgotten.
ANABEL. Then make me forget, too. Make me happy.
GERALD. I CAN'T make you--and you know it.
ANABEL. Yes, you can. It's your business to make me happy. I've
made you happy.
GERALD. You want to make me unhappy.
ANABEL. I DO think you're the last word in selfishness. If I say
I can't forget, you merely say, "I'VE forgotten"; and if I say I'm
unhappy, all YOU can answer is that I want to make YOU unhappy. I
don't in the least. I want to be happy myself. But you don't help
me.
GERALD. There is no help for it, you see. If you WERE happy with
me here you'd be happy. As you aren't, nothing will make you--not
genuinely.
ANABEL. And that's all you care.
GERALD. No--I wish we could both be happy at the same moment. But
apparently we can't.
ANABEL. And why not?--Because you're selfish, and think of nothing
but yourself and your own feelings.
GERALD. If it is so, it is so.
ANABEL. Then we shall never be happy.
GERALD. Then we sha'n't. (A pause.)
ANABEL.
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