Clare
I say it's—revoltingly—sordid!
Jerry
[Looks at her an instant]: All right! [Takes out his watch, looks at that, and crosses to L.] You think it's sordid at 3.45 on Christmas Eve. Well, keep your ears and your mind open, and see how you feel in the morning. My telephone's six nine four two Rhinelander—and this is the last time I shall ask you! [Puts his hand on the knob].
Clare
Wait! [He turns back] Whatever you believe of me, I love Mr. Gilchrist!
Jerry
Rhinelander six nine four two.
Clare