Leonie.
Only between the lines, of course.
Beata.
Between the lines? What do you mean?
Leonie.
This is the paragraph; the one marked with a blue pencil. Don't be horrified. It will make you laugh, of course. I laughed over it myself. (Beata takes the paper, looking firmly at Leonie as she does so. She reads the paper, throws it aside, and looks at Leonie again, without speaking.) Good heavens, how pale you are! I didn't realise-- Shall I get you a glass of water?
Beata.
No, thanks. (Controlling herself with an effort.) Does Richard know of this?
Leonie.
Oh, yes. Doesn't Michael?