LEONARD. That’s the kind of beast I am.
TIMBRELL. I don’t quite understand this. You were going away? Where? Why?
LEONARD. Where doesn’t matter.
TIMBRELL. Why were you going?
LEONARD. I wanted to get out of it.
MRS. TIMBRELL. You didn’t know. You didn’t understand.
LEONARD. Yes, I did. She told me.
MRS. TIMBRELL. But, Leonard—
TIMBRELL. What! What! You were running away? You knew—you knew everything?
LEONARD. Yes, I did.