Paula monologue — The Second Mrs. Tanqueray: A Play in Four Acts

Hah! That's where we've made the mistake, my friend Aubrey! [_Pointing to the window._] Do you believe these people will _ever_ come round us? Your former crony, Mrs. Cortelyon? Or the grim old vicar, or that wife of his whose huge nose is positively indecent? Or the Ullathornes, or the Gollans, or Lady William Petres? I know better! And when the young ones gradually take the place of the old, there will still remain the sacred tradition that the dreadful person who lives at the top of the hill is never, under any circumstances, to be called upon! And so we shall go on here, year in and year out, until the sap is run out of our lives, and we're stale and dry and withered from sheer, solitary respectability. Upon my word, I wonder we didn't see that we should have been far happier if we'd gone in for the devil-may-care, _café_-living sort of life in town! After all, _I_ have a set and you might have joined it. It's true I did want, dearly, dearly, to be a married woman, but where's the pride in being a married woman among married women who are--married! If---- [_Seeing that_ AUBREY'S _head has sunk into his hands._] Aubrey! My dear boy! You're not--crying?