from you that I learnt first to respect myself. It was through
you that I came to be able to walk safely through many wild and
wilful paths. Dont go back on your own teaching.
THE BISHOP. I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom
you asked the way. I pointed ahead — ahead of myself as well as of
you.
MRS GEORGE [rising and standing over him almost threateningly] As
I'm a living woman this day, if I find you out to be a fraud,
I'll kill myself.
THE BISHOP. What! Kill yourself for finding out something! For
becoming a wiser and therefore a better woman! What a bad reason!
MRS GEORGE. I have sometimes thought of killing you, and then
killing myself.
THE BISHOP. Why on earth should you kill yourself — not to mention
me?
MRS GEORGE. So that we might keep our assignation
