START: Daphne: Garry! Oh Garry!

Garry: Darling.

Daphne: I’m ridiculously happy.

Garry: I’m so glad, darling.

Daphne: Are you?

Garry: Happy?

Daphne: (Taking his hand) Yes.

Garry: (Gently withdrawing his hand and turning away) There’s something awfully sad about happiness, isn’t there?

[... … …]

Garry: But my life is not my own--I belong to my work. In two weeks’ time I am going away to Africa with a repertory of six plays--do you understand what that means? The work, the drudgery, the nerve strain? When I come back, if I come back, I shall look at you again and I shall know--in the first glance--whether you have waited for me or not--please come here now and kiss me--(she runs to him) once, just once and then go--

Daphne: (Running to him) Oh Garry--oh darling--

Garry: Au revoir, my