MARY. I’ve told him everything.
TIMBRELL. Where is he? I’ll see him.
MARY. You won’t move George Truefit.
LEONARD. I should like to see him. I don’t mean to talk and argue and all that. And I don’t want to break his head. But I should like to have a look at him through a keyhole or something.
TIMBRELL. Manly talk.
LEONARD. Mary, do you like him better than me?
MARY. It’s not the same thing.
LEONARD. It’s deuced interesting if one weren’t so close to it. As it is I feel rather uncomfortable. Unmanly. Yes, I suppose so. I suppose things are easy for these manly people. They just go to work with an axe. But how do I know that she isn’t right? Mary, I’m horribly uncomfortable. I’m unhappy. I seem to be losing something. Yes, really losing something. Are you quite sure about George Truefit?
MARY. Yes, I’m sure about him.
LEONARD. And yourself? Do you think you’ll never want to come back? To me, you know?