GARCIN: Are you going to love me?
ESTELLE: I wonder now!
GARCIN: Will you trust me?
ESTELLE: What a quaint thing to ask! Considering you'll be under my eyes all the time, and I don't think I've much to fear from Inez, so far as you're concerned.
GARCIN: Obviously. I was thinking of another kind of trust. (431-5)
INEZ: What about your wife, Garcin?
GARCIN: Oh, didn't I tell you? She's dead.
GARCIN: Yes, she died just now. About two months ago.
INEZ: Of grief?
GARCIN: What else should she die of? (462-7)
INEZ: Love's a grand solace, isn't it, my friend? Deep and dark as sleep. (540)