KATE (looking anxiously at DENNIS). What are you going to do?
(She can hardly make him out. He is different from the husband who left her four years ago.)
DENNIS. Well, that's what Cyril keeps asking me. (To NORWOOD) You don't mind my calling you Cyril?—such an old friend of my wife's—
KATE (unable to make him out). Dennis! (She is frightened.)
NORWOOD (soothingly). It's all right, dear.
DENNIS. Do let's sit down and talk it over in a friendly way.
KATE (going to him). Dennis, can you ever forgive me? We never ought to have got married—we knew each other so little—you had to go away so soon—I—I was going to write and tell you—oh, I wish—
DENNIS. That's all right, Kate. (He will not let her come too close to him. He steps back and looks at her from head to feet) You've altered.
KATE. That's just it, Dennis. I'm not the girl who—
DENNIS. You've grown four years younger and four years prettier.