WOMAN. I felt you wanted to leave me; so, not to be deserted, I
went myself.

STRANGER. I dare say that's true. But how could you read my
thoughts?

WOMAN (sitting down again). What? We didn't need to speak in order
to know one another's thoughts.

STRANGER. We made a mistake when we were living together, because
we accused each other of wicked thoughts before they'd become
actions; and lived in mental reservations instead of realities. For
instance, I once noticed how you enjoyed the defiling gaze of a
strange man, and I accused you of unfaithfulness.

WOMAN. You were wrong to do so, and right. Because my thoughts were
sinful.

STRANGER. Don't you think my habit of 'anticipating you' prevented
your bad designs from being put in practice?

WOMAN. Let me think! Yes, perhaps it did. But I was annoyed to find
a spy always at my side, watching my inmost self, that was my own.

STRANGER. But it wasn't your own: it was ours!

WOMAN. Yes, but I held it to be mine, and believed you'd no right
to force your way in. When you did so I hated you; I said you were
abnormally suspicious out of self-defence. Now I can admit that
your suspicions were never wrong; that they were, in fact, the