part of a play- need working title?

[kelby_lake]

Carther: Cynth, I’ve missed you. It was hell out there, I mean…

Cynthia: Don’t think on it now. You’ll turn yourself crazy.

Carther: I think I went crazy a long time ago. Thinking of you was the only thing that kept me sane. God- isn’t that ridiculous!- a man dreaming of another man’s wife when the man’s fighting beside you.

Cynthia: I was praying that you wouldn’t get killed, instead of praying for my husband’s safety. And now I have to be a dutiful widow.

Carther: Yes, I suppose it’s only fair to your husband.

Cynthia: You haven’t forgotten your promise to me?

Carther: (sighs) Your daughter.

Cynthia: There’s all sorts of men out there: cads, lushes…at least she’d be safe with you.

Carther: She could never be happy with me; and I’d never be happy with her.

Cynthia: But you’ve never even seen her! Look (she takes down a photo of the daughter and hands it to Carther).

Carther: (examining it) She looks like you.

Cynthia: Except she’s younger and a debutante. I know we haven’t that much money but…

Carther: God, woman, do you think I don’t marry her because of her class? That’s a poor defence- my salary’s not much more than your late husband’s.

Cynthia: Then why don’t you marry her? What you and I were 6 years ago is something very different from what we are now. A lot has happened- too much is between us. Your only chance to make me happy now would be to marry Polly.

Carther: We are different. I’m not the boy lover anymore, not a cheat. The war made me realise I wanted more from us. I’m older, not young anymore…

Cynthia: Not old enough to be my husband.

Carther: For all your talk of me being a war hero, you’re happy to degrade me.

[Captain Pike]

I haven't been following your work. It's had to come up to speed reading the above, i.e. what's been happening, it does seem a reasonable exchange of dialogue.

I commend you for writing a play. I have long considered on it and my friends all say that I should write a play, blah blah blah, they used to say I should do standup comedy -- what do they know, right?
I can't imagine writing a play. I can't even read a play, by myself. We have play reading circles here, once in a while, that can be fun. My dad used to sit and read Shakespeare. I don't know, my mind just starts to wonder. I can't read the stage direction and set descriptions well enough to imagine the scenes in my mind.

I would try to read your stuff though, keep writing.

[kelby_lake]

I sometimes struggle with stage directions for them to be doing when there is a conversation but don't mind dialogue or set descriptions.

[Ajit]

I thought it was a nice dialogue there :) nice job