MARTHA—[Immediately sympathetic.] You're lonely, that's what, Lily.
LILY—[Drily.] Don't pity me, Martha—or I'll join the enemy.
MARTHA—I'm not. But I'd like to help you if I could. [After a pause.] Have you ever thought of marrying?
LILY—[With a laugh.] Martha! How banal! The men I see are enough to banish that thought if I ever had it.
MARTHA—Marriage isn't only the man. It's children. Wouldn't you like to have children?
LILY—[Turning to her bluntly.] Wouldn't you?
MARTHA—[ Confused. ] But—Lily—