I can easily put up elsewhere.
John.
You needn’t. I dare say the “Splendide” is quite large enough for two people who—who——
Olive.
Who want to keep far apart. [Rising, and going towards the door, pausing by the head of the settee.] How ridiculous that reconciliation of ours last night! Why, how many weeks should we have been together?
John.
[His head resting upon his hands.] Not many—not many, I’m afraid.
Olive.
Weeks! Days, I should have said—or hours. “Heaven have mercy upon us! we’re reconciled!” Do you remember—last night——?
John.