In the whole three years I never looked at or thought of another man . . . and that is precisely why it's so hard for me now. . . . If I weren't a respectable woman, it would be easy . . . but I simply can't deceive a man like you. . . . I can't. . . . [A brief pause.]
Juhasz—You love . . . someone else. [She only nods. He utters the word for her softly, thoughtfully.] Yes. [There is a pause.]
Adele—I respect you too much to let you go on believing for a single moment. . . . [Another pause.]
Juhasz—You don't love me any more.
Adele—I do care for you, but. . . .
Juhasz—But you love someone else.
Adele—I love you like a brother . . . you know yourself I never loved your body . . . only your soul. . . . It was always a struggle for me . . . but now that I love another . . . I must tell you.
Juhasz—This comes . . . so suddenly. . . . I—I[Adele sobs.] You poor, dear child. . . . It's only a sort of illness. . . . It will pass. . . . Every wife goes through such a crisis . . . some time or another. . . . And I'll help you through it. . . . I'll be as gentle and tactful as I can. . . . And before you know it, you'll have forgotten all about it . . . and come to your senses . . . and be the same happy, contented Adele you used to be. . . . My good, loyal Adele, I don't know how another man
