[Looking at him curiously.] Alec, you seem to be—different to me, now the trial’s over.
Fraser.
[In a muffled voice.] Do I? I—we’re worn out.
Theophila.
[After some hesitation, going to the back of the settee.]
I say! I want to tell you—I am—truly sorry.
Fraser.
[Raising his head.] Sorry——!
Theophila.
[With an effort.] And I humbly beg your pardon.