She takes from her dress two sealed letters.
sarah. Will you give that to Sir Charles . . . a letter he wrote me which I did not open. This, my answer, which I did not send.
He takes the one letter courteously, the other she puts back.
sarah. I'm such a coward, Mr. Tetgeen.
mr. tetgeen. May I say how sorry . . . ?
sarah. Thank you.
mr. tetgeen. And let me apologise for having expressed one opinion of my own.
sarah. He wants to get rid of me. He's a bit afraid of me, you know, because I fight . . . and my weapons are all my own. This'll blow over.
mr. tetgeen. [With a shake of the head.] You are to take this offer as final.