I don't consider human volcanoes respectable. And I'm so tired of
the subject! Our house is always full of women who are in love
with my husband and men who are in love with me. We encourage it
because it's pleasant to have company.

JUNO. And is your husband as insensible as yourself?

MRS. LUNN. Oh, Gregory's not insensible: very far from it; but I
am the only woman in the world for him.

JUNO. But you? Are you really as insensible as you say you are?

MRS. LUNN. I never said anything of the kind. I'm not at all
insensible by nature; but (I don't know whether you've noticed
it) I am what people call rather a fine figure of a woman.

JUNO [passionately] Noticed it! Oh, Mrs. Lunn! Have I been able
to notice anything else since we met?

MRS. LUNN. There you go, like all the rest of them! I ask you,
how do you expect a woman to keep up what you call her
sensibility when this sort of thing has happened to her about
three times a week ever since she was seventeen? It used to upset
me and terrify me at first. Then I got rather a taste for it. It
came to a climax with Gregory: that was why I married him. Then
it became a mild lark, hardly worth the trouble. After that I
found it valuable once or twice as a spinal tonic when I was run
down; but now it's an unmitigated bore. I don't mind your
declaration: I daresay it gives you a certain pleasure to make
it. I quite understand that you adore me; but (if you don't mind)