CROWN MATRIMONIAL
NORBERT: Explain not: let this be!
This is life's height.
CONSTANCE: Yours, yours, yours!
NORBERT: You and I--
Why care by what meanders we are here
I' the centre of the labyrinth? Men have died
Trying to find this place, which we have found.
ROBERT BROWNING: In a Balcony.
"Well, well, well!" said Peter. "Here we are again." He lifted his wife's cloak from her shoulders and gently saluted the nape of her neck.
"In the proud consciousness of duty done."
His eyes followed her as she crossed the room. "Wonderfully inspiring thing, doing one's duty. Gives one a sort of exalted sensation. I feel quite light-headed."
She dropped on to the couch, laying lazy arms along its back.
"I'm feeling slightly intoxicated, too. It couldn't possibly be the vicar's sherry?"
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