BELSIZE: Your shirt's wet through.
DAN (after a pause): I've been sawin' some wood.
BELSIZE: Why didn't you tell us you were having an affair with the deceased woman?
DAN: Affair? What's that?
BELSIZE: Come along, old chap, I'll use a straighter word if it'll help you. But you're stalling. She was seen by two of the maids talking to you in the shrubbery. Well?
A pause. DAN bursts into tears, but with a difference. His breakdown a few minutes ago was genuine; this is a good performance, very slightly exaggerated. BELSIZE watches him dispassionately, his brows knit.
DAN: Oh, sir … it's been on my conscience … ever since …
BELSIZE: So you did have an affair with her?
DAN: Oh, no, sir, not that! I avoided her ever after that day she stopped me, sir!… You see, sir, a lady stayin' where I was workin', and for all I knew married, and all the other fellers she'd been after, and the brazen way she went on at me…. You're only human, aren't you, sir, and when they asked me about her, I got frightened to tell about her stopping me…. But now you know about it, sir, it's a weight off my mind, you wouldn't believe!… (Rising, after seeming to pull himself together) As a matter of fact, sir, it was the disgust-like of nearly gettin' mixed up with her that was keepin' me awake at nights.
BELSIZE: I see…. You're a bit of a milk-sop, aren't you?