JENNIFER. But surely—I did not mean to offend you, indeed—but you must be at least twenty years older than I am.
RIDGEON. Oh, quite. More, perhaps. In twenty years you will understand how little difference that makes.
JENNIFER. But even so, how could you think that I—his wife—could ever think of YOU—
RIDGEON [stopping her with a nervous waving of his fingers] Yes, yes, yes, yes: I quite understand: you neednt rub it in.
JENNIFER. But—oh, it is only dawning on me now—I was so surprised at first—do you dare to tell me that it was to gratify a miserable jealousy that you deliberately—oh! oh! you murdered him.
RIDGEON. I think I did. It really comes to that.
Thou shalt not kill, but needst not strive
Officiously to keep alive.
I suppose—yes: I killed him.
JENNIFER. And you tell me that! to my face! callously! You are not afraid!