KATE (dropping her eyes). Have I?
DENNIS. Yes. . . . You do your hair a new way.
KATE (surprised). Do you like it?
DENNIS. I love it.
NORWOOD (coughing). Yes, well, perhaps we'd better—
DENNIS (with a start). I beg your pardon, Cyril. I was forgetting you for the moment. Well, now do sit down, (NORWOOD and KATE sit down together on the sofa, but DENNIS remains standing) That's right.
KATE. Well?
DENNIS (to KATE). You want to marry him, eh?
NORWOOD. We have already told you the circumstances, Mr. Camberley. I need hardly say how regrettable it is that—er—but at the same time these—er—things will happen, and since it—er—has happened—
KATE. I feel I hardly know you, Dennis. Did I love you when I married you? I don't know. It was so sudden. We had no time to find out anything about each other. And now you come back—a stranger—