RIDGEON [with sudden resolution] I made no mistake whatever about him.
JENNIFER. Oh, doctor!
RIDGEON [obstinately] I made no mistake whatever about him.
JENNIFER. Have you forgotten that he died?
RIDGEON [with a sweep of his hand towards the pictures] He is not dead. He is there. [Taking up the book] And there.
JENNIFER [springing up with blazing eyes] Put that down. How dare you touch it?
Ridgeon, amazed at the fierceness of the outburst, puts it down with a deprecatory shrug. She takes it up and looks at it as if he had profaned a relic.
RIDGEON. I am very sorry. I see I had better go.
JENNIFER [putting the book down] I beg your pardon. I forgot myself. But it is not yet—it is a private copy.
RIDGEON. But for me it would have been a very different book.