DENNIS. Of course, we've only got five minutes, but I think that if you asked your questions one at a time——
KATE (smiling). Well, you needn't answer them all together.
DENNIS. All right then, one at a time. Why am I certain that you will choose me? Because for the first time in your life you have just been alone with Mr. Cyril Norwood. That's what I meant by saying you were imaginative. The Norwood you've been thinking yourself in love with doesn't exist. I'm certain that you've seen him for the first time in these last few minutes. Why, the Archangel Gabriel would have made a hash of a five minutes like that; it would have been impossible for him to have said the right thing to you. Norwood? Good Lord, he didn't stand a chance. You were judging him all the time, weren't you?
KATE (thoughtfully). You're very clever, Dennis.
DENNIS (cheerfully). Four years' study of the Turkish character.
KATE. But how do you know I'm not judging you all the time?
DENNIS. Of course you are. But there's all the difference in the world between judging a stranger like me, and judging the man you thought you were in love with.
KATE. You are a stranger to me.
DENNIS. I know. That's why I said good-bye to the girl who had been with me these last four years, the girl I had married. Well, I've said good-bye to her. You're not my wife any longer, Kate; but if you don't mind pretending that I'm not your husband, and just give me a chance of making love to you—well, that's all I want.
KATE. You're very generous, Dennis.