My turn.
Valentine White.
By Jupiter, you’re still a crack at it!
Imogen.
Am I? Then which of us has changed—you or I? [She lays her hand on his.] Val, don’t go away and live in a rock.
Valentine White.
What am I to do? I’m poor, Jenny, and I suppose I’m crazy.
Imogen.
Any sort of horrid life would suit you, wouldn’t it?
Valentine White.