marriage is all very well; but it isn't romance. There's nothing
wrong in it, you see.

MRS. LUNN. Poor man! How you must have suffered!

JUNO. No: that was what was so tame about it. I wanted to suffer.
You get so sick of being happily married. It's always the happy
marriages that break up. At last my wife and I agreed that we
ought to take a holiday.

MRS. LUNN. Hadn't you holidays every year?

JUNO. Oh, the seaside and so on! That's not what we meant. We
meant a holiday from one another.

MRS. LUNN. How very odd!

JUNO. She said it was an excellent idea; that domestic felicity
was making us perfectly idiotic; that she wanted a holiday, too.
So we agreed to go round the world in opposite directions. I
started for Suez on the day she sailed for New York.

MRS. LUNN [suddenly becoming attentive] That's precisely what
Gregory and I did. Now I wonder did he want a holiday from me!
What he said was that he wanted the delight of meeting me after a
long absence.

JUNO. Could anything be more romantic than that? Would anyone
else than an Englishman have thought of it? I daresay my
temperament seems tame to your boiling southern blood--