Wait one moment, Miss Woodward. I know there was something else I wanted to say to you. [She comes back.] [He rises and paces stage thoughtfully.] Oh, yes; I know! I’m afraid my domestic complications have made things a little uncomfortable for you here.
Miss Woodward.
[Astonished, drops the letters on the table.] I don’t—don’t understand.
Parbury.
I mean that you probably feel it rather awkward to actually live—night and day in the house in my wife’s absence?
Miss Woodward.
[Blankly.] Oh, yes, yes; quite I suppose.
Parbury.
[Not looking at her.] I don’t know much about these matters; but I do know that you women are very sensitive, and apt to worry about what people might say.