mr. tetgeen. I don't know the man's name.
sarah. This, surely, is how you might address a seduced housemaid.
mr. tetgeen. But Sir Charles and he, I understand, have talked the matter over.
The shock of this brings sarah to her feet, white with anger.
sarah. Divorce me.
mr. tetgeen. [Sharply.] Is there ground for it?
sarah. [With a magnificent recovery of self control.] I won't tell you that.
mr. tetgeen. I have said we have no case . . . that is to say, we don't want one; but any information is a weapon in store.
sarah. You did quite right to insult me.
mr. tetgeen. As a rule I despise such methods.