KATE. It is for one who, like Mr. Radburn, carries seven bullets in his own' body, fired there by men he was arresting.
TRAVERS. I've heard he was very fond of you.
KATE. [Turning away.] Don't talk of that.
TRAVERS. May I talk of my love for you?
KATE. [Turning.] Yes.
TRAVERS. You are not happy here.
KATE. I feel it is unworthy in me to say that I am not.
TRAVERS. Yet, you are not—
KATE. The narrowness of the life oppresses me. I do not live in their world of work and humble wishes—they made the mistake of sending me away to school. I have seen a bigger world than theirs. [Turns, elbows on table; impulsively.] I like you, Mr. Travers, because you are a part of that bigger world.
TRAVERS. You like me, Kate! Only like? No more?