DENNIS. No, I'm not. I'm very much in love; and for a man very much in love I'm being rather less of a silly ass than usual. Why should you love me? You fell in love with my uniform at the beginning of the war. I was ordered out, and you fell in love with the departing hero. After that? Well, I had four years—alone—in which to think about you, and you had four years—with other men—in which to forget me. Is it any wonder that—?
(NORWOOD comes in.)
NORWOOD (roughly). Well?
DENNIS. You arrive just in time, Mr. Norwood. I was talking too much. (To KATE) Mrs. Camberley, we are both at your disposal. Will you choose between us, which one is to have the happiness of—serving you?
NORWOOD (holding out his hand to her, and speaking in the voice of the proprietor). Kate!
(KATE goes slowly up to him with her hand held out.)
KATE (shaking NORWOOD'S hand). Good-bye, Mr. Norwood.
NORWOOD (astounded). Kate! (To DENNIS) You devil!
DENNIS. And only a moment ago I was comparing you to the Archangel Gabriel.
NORWOOD (sneeringly to KATE). So you're going to be a loving wife to him after all?