Sydney. No, old man.
Kit. [As in Act. I.] But—look here—marriage has got to be a sort of mutual show, hasn’t it? Confidence, and all that?
Sydney goes off into a peal of laughter.
Kit. What’s the matter now?
Sydney. Do you preach this sort of sermon to Alice?
Kit. Sydney—that’s—that’s rude—that’s—that’s—
Sydney. Take time, darling!
Kit. You’re being simply insulting.
Sydney. Too bad! I should go and tell Alice.
Kit. Damn Alice!