Margaret. Well?
Rector. Mrs. Fairfield, is your husband alive or dead?
Margaret. My former husband is alive.
Rector. [With a half deprecatory, half triumphant gesture] Out of your own mouth, Mrs. Fairfield—
Margaret. [Bewildered] But you say you knew he was insane?
Rector. But I didn’t know he was alive.
Miss Fairfield. [Irritated] Don’t be so foolish, Margaret. It’s not the insanity, it’s the divorce.
Rector. When I realised that I had been within a week of re-marrying a divorced person—
Margaret. [Coldly] Why didn’t you go to Mr. Meredith?
Rector. Mr. Meredith is—er—a difficult man to—er—approach. I felt that an appeal to your feelings, as a Christian, as a mother—