No, it wouldn’t. I want to explain how I feel about you, so you’ll understand. It’s like this, Missuz (swallowing again) Missuz Curtis. I never used to think I’d ever get to feeling this way about—about somebody that was married, but it—it came over me before I knew you were married. I already was feeling this way before he said, “You mean—you mean Missuz Curtis?” It’d already—(he swallows) happened to me before I knew you were a—a married woman. (Shaking his head.) I certainly never did think I’d feel this way about a married woman.
MRS. CURTIS
But I’m not—not as you mean it. I’m a widow, Mr. Briggs.
MR. BRIGGS (as in a dim perplexity)
A wid— You’re a widow? (He jumps up suddenly, greatly amazed.) Oh, my!
MRS. CURTIS
What’s the matter?
MR. BRIGGS
Oh, my!
MRS. CURTIS