corrupt my conscience, which still shouts to the skies that I'm
not a willing party to this outrageous conduct. I repudiate the
bliss with which you are filling me.

MRS. JUNO. Never mind your conscience. Tell me how happy you are.

GREGORY. No, I recall you to your duty. But oh, I will give you
my life with both hands if you can tell me that you feel for me
one millionth part of what I feel for you now.

MRS. JUNO. Oh, yes, yes. Be satisfied with that. Ask for no more.
Let me go.

GREGORY. I can't. I have no will. Something stronger than either
of us is in command here. Nothing on earth or in heaven can part
us now. You know that, don't you?

MRS. JUNO. Oh, don't make me say it. Of course I know. Nothing--
not life nor death nor shame nor anything can part us.

A MATTER-OF-FACT MALE VOICE IN THE CORRIDOR. All right. This must
be it.

The two recover with a violent start; release one another; and
spring back to opposite sides of the lounge.

GREGORY. That did it.

MRS. JUNO [in a thrilling whisper] Sh--sh--sh! That was my
husband's voice.