MRS. JUNO. And you were glad to let it grow?
GREGORY. I let it grow because the board was not up.
MRS. JUNO. Bother the board! I am just as fond of Sibthorpe as—
GREGORY. Sibthorpe!
MRS. JUNO. Sibthorpe is my husband's Christian name. I oughtn't to call him Tops to you now.
GREGORY [chuckling]. It sounded like something to drink. But I have no right to laugh at him. My Christian name is Gregory, which sounds like a powder.
MRS. JUNO [chilled]. That is so like a man! I offer you my heart's warmest friendliest feeling; and you think of nothing but a silly joke. A quip like that makes you forget me.
GREGORY. Forget you! Oh, if I only could!
MRS. JUNO. If you could, would you?
GREGORY [burying his shamed face in his hands]. No: I'd die first. Oh, I hate myself.