The Agent says
Marriage, my young friends, is an iniquitous arrangement devised the Devil himself for driving all the love out of the hearts of lovers. They start out as much in love with each other as you two are today, and they end being as sick of the sight of each other as you two will be five years hence if I don’t find a way of saving you alive out of the Devil’s own trap. It’s not lack of love that’s the trouble with marriage -it’s marriage itself. And when I say marriage, I don’t mean promising to love, honour, and obey, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health till death do you part -that’s only human nature to wish and to attempt. And it might be done if it weren’t for the iniquitous arrangement of marriage.