RICHARD. Thanks. (He puts a piece of toast on his own plate; and
she pours out tea for herself.)

JUDITH (observing that he tastes nothing). Don't you like it? You
are not eating anything.

RICHARD. Neither are you.

JUDITH (nervously). I never care much for my tea. Please don't
mind me.

RICHARD (Looking dreamily round). I am thinking. It is all so
strange to me. I can see the beauty and peace of this home: I
think I have never been more at rest in my life than at this
moment; and yet I know quite well I could never live here. It's
not in my nature, I suppose, to be domesticated. But it's very
beautiful: it's almost holy. (He muses a moment, and then laughs
softly.)

JUDITH (quickly). Why do you laugh?

RICHARD. I was thinking that if any stranger came in here now, he
would take us for man and wife.

JUDITH (taking offence). You mean, I suppose, that you are more
my age than he is.

RICHARD (staring at this unexpected turn). I never thought of
such a thing. (Sardonic again.) I see there is another side to