STEVE. ‘I don’t mean that at all.’
AMY. ‘Ginevra!’
Indeed Ginevra feels that she has been obliterated quite long enough.
GINEVRA, with a touch of testiness in her tone, ‘Amy—introduce me.’
AMY. ‘Mr. Stephen Rollo—Miss Dunbar. Miss Dunbar knows all.’
Ginevra makes a movement that the cynical might describe as brushing Amy aside.
GINEVRA. ‘May I ask, Mr. Rollo, what are your views about woman?’
STEVE. ‘Really I—’
GINEVRA. ‘Is she, in your opinion, her husband’s equal, or is she his chattel?’
STEVE. ‘Honestly, I am so beside myself—’