DENNIS ((jerking his head at NORWOOD). And he's not a stranger, eh?
KATE (dropping her eyes). N-no.
DENNIS. You feel you know all about him?
KATE. I—we—(She is unhappy.)
NORWOOD. We have discovered that we love each other. (Taking her hands) My darling one, this is distressing for you. Let me—
DENNIS (sharply). It wouldn't be distressing for her, if you didn't keep messing her about. Why the devil can't you sit on a chair by yourself?
NORWOOD (indignantly). Really!
KATE (freeing herself from him, and moving to the extreme end of the sofa). What are you going to do, Dennis?
DENNIS (looking at them thoughtfully, his chin on his hand). I don't know. . . . It's difficult. I don't want to do anything melodramatic. I mean (to KATE) it wouldn't really help matters if I did shoot him, would it?
(KATE looks at him without saying anything, trying to understand this new man who has come into her life. NORWOOD swallows, and tries very hard to say something)