husband, are you?

JUNO. Not at present; but I'm on the list. I'm her prospective
husband: you're only her actual one. I'm the anticipation: you're
the disappointment.

MRS. LUNN. Oh, my Gregory is not a disappointment. [Fondly] Are
you, dear?

GREGORY. You just wait, my pet. I'll settle this chap for you.
[He disengages himself from her embrace, and faces Juno. She sits
down placidly]. You call me a disappointment, do you? Well, I
suppose every husband's a disappointment. What about yourself?
Don't try to look like an unmarried man. I happen to know the
lady you disappointed. I travelled in the same ship with her;
and--

JUNO. And you fell in love with her.

GREGORY [taken aback] Who told you that?

JUNO. Aha! you confess it. Well, if you want to know, nobody told
me. Everybody falls in love with my wife.

GREGORY. And do you fall in love with everybody's wife?

JUNO. Certainly not. Only with yours.

MRS. LUNN. But what's the good of saying that, Mr. Juno? I'm
married to him; and there's an end of it.