John.
[Scornfully.] The benefit of the doubt!
Olive.
And paid me the compliment of believing that I would, as one woman to another, prefer such a course being adopted.
John.
[Pacing to and fro.] Poor, wretched little Mrs. Fraser!
Olive.
Wait! Even I see the injustice of it.
John.
[Eagerly.] You do?