Alma monologue (Act 2) — The Silver Shield: An Original Comedy in Three Acts

Do you care to know? (_sits R._) If you can listen to me I should like to tell you. I was a giddy girl when I was young--one who thought nothing of the past and little of the future. My husband was a serious sort of man--absorbed in his pursuit. I thought I was neglected, and--well, it's a humiliating thing to say, but I must say it--the attention I didn't get from him I accepted from others. I didn't doubt he loved me, but he didn't show it; and I determined that he should. At last I forced him to speak. He wasn't angry--he used no hard words--but he--he frightened me. I pretended not to care; but I was cured.