Stonor (smiling down at her). Well——
Jean. Nothing reprehensible in what she said, was there?
Stonor (shrugs). Oh, reprehensible!
Jean. It makes me rather miserable all the same.
Stonor (draws her hand protectingly through his arm). You mustn't take it as much to heart as all that.
Jean. I can't help it—I can't indeed, Geoffrey. I shall never be able to make a speech like that!
Stonor (taken aback). I hope not, indeed.
Jean. Why, I thought you said you wanted me——?
Stonor (smiling). To make nice little speeches with composure—so I did! So I—— (Seems to lose his thread as he looks at her.)