"Do come to your breakfast, George," she said.
"I cannot eat my breakfast while all this is on my mind. I must speak of it. We must leave London at once."
"In a week or two."
"At once. After last night, there must be no more going to parties." She lifted her cup to her lips and sat quite silent. She would hear a little more before she answered him. "You must feel yourself that for some time to come, perhaps for some years, privacy will be the best for us."
"I feel nothing of the kind, George."
"Could you go and face those people after what happened last night?"
"Certainly I could, and should think it my duty to do so to-night, if it were possible. No doubt you have made it difficult, but I would do it."
"I was forced to make it difficult. There was nothing for me to do but to take you away."
"Because you were angry, you were satisfied to disgrace me before all the people there. What has been done cannot be helped. I must bear it. I cannot stop people from talking and thinking evil. But I will never say that I think evil of myself by hiding myself. I don't know what you mean by privacy. I want no privacy."
"Why did you dance with that man?"