Mrs. G. I won' t be called those sporting pet names, bad boy.
Capt. G. You'll be called anything I choose. Has it ever occurred to
you, Madam, that you are my Wife?
Mrs. G. It has.
I haven't ceased
wondering
at it yet.
Capt. G. Nor I. It seems so strange; and yet, somehow, it doesn't.
(Confidently.) You see, it could have been no one else.
Mrs. G. (Softly.) No. No one else--for me or for you. It must have been
all arranged from the beginning. Phil, tell me again what made you care
for me.
