Stonor. You're too young to discuss such a story. (Half turns away.)
Jean. I'm not so young as she was when——
Stonor (wheeling upon her). Very well, then, if you will have it! The truth is, it didn't seem to weigh upon her, as it seems to on you, that I wasn't able to marry her.
Jean. Why are you so sure of that?
Stonor. Because she didn't so much as hint such a thing when she wrote that she meant to break off the—the——
Jean. What made her write like that?
Stonor (with suppressed rage). Why will you go on talking of what's so long over and ended?
Jean. What reason did she give?
Stonor. If your curiosity has so got the upper hand—ask her.
Jean (her eyes upon him). You're afraid to tell me.