LADY TORMINSTER. The sun is still shining in the antipodes, my dear Geoffrey, and you are still Jack's old friend, talking to Jack's wife. Sit down, and don't be foolish. You'll be away for years; it's possible we may never meet again. It's possible, too, that next time we do meet you may be married.
SIR GEOFFREY. [With iron control.] Who knows?
LADY TORMINSTER. Exactly—who knows? So there's no reason why we shouldn't look each other squarely in the face for once, and speak out what's in us.
SIR GEOFFREY. [Sorrowfully.] Oh, Lady Torminster, what is there to say?
LADY TORMINSTER. [Bending forward a little and smiling.] How you resent my having told you!
SIR GEOFFREY. [With a guilty start.] Resent! I!
LADY TORMINSTER. You do, and you know it. In your heart you are saying, "All was going so well—she has spoiled it! If she does love me she shouldn't have said it—Jack's wife!"
SIR GEOFFREY. [Sturdily.] Well—Jack's wife. Yes!
LADY TORMINSTER. Geoffrey, Jack bores me.
SIR GEOFFREY. [Aghast.] Lady Torminster!