DENNIS. Being your husband rather handicaps me, you know. I never really stood a chance against the other fellow.
KATE. I was to choose between you, you said. You think that I have already made up my mind?
DENNIS (smiling). I think so.
KATE. And chosen him?
DENNIS (shaking his head). Oh, no!
KATE (surprised). You think I have chosen you?
DENNIS (nodding). M'm.
KATE (indignantly). Really, Dennis! Considering that I had practically arranged to run away with him twenty minutes ago! You must think me very fickle.
DENNIS. Not fickle. Imaginative.
KATE. What do you mean? And why are you so certain that I am going to choose you? And why in that case did you talk about taking a last look at me? And what—?