[Starting up.] I was close to her to-day; we stared each other right in the eyes. We didn’t mean to—we simply did it. We met in the corridor during lunch-time; I was getting out of the way of old Portwood; I turned sharply—and there we were, my wife and I, face to face. It might have been for ten seconds—it was like an hour.
Elphick.
Did she look angry?
John.
No. Downright ill and distressed. [To both of them.] You’ve seen her in Court?
Shafto.
Yes.
Elphick.
Yes.
John.