Oberville. It’s a form of fear that women don’t understand. How you must have despised me!
Isabel. You were—afraid—of a scene?
Oberville. I was a damned coward, Isabel. That’s about the size of it.
Isabel. Ah—I had thought it so much larger!
Oberville. What did you say?
Isabel. I said that you have forgotten to drink your tea. It must be quite cold.
Oberville. Ah—
Isabel. Let me give you another cup.
Oberville (collecting himself). No—no. This is perfect.
Isabel. You haven’t tasted it.