MarthaI thought you loved her.BernardEnough to want her happiness above all things.MarthaYou are forty-five, aren’t you? I forgot that for a moment.BernardDear Martha. You have such an attractive way of putting things.
W. Somerset Maugham
MarthaI thought you loved her.BernardEnough to want her happiness above all things.MarthaYou are forty-five, aren’t you? I forgot that for a moment.BernardDear Martha. You have such an attractive way of putting things.