PRIMROSE DEANE.
Then I don't, Mr. Cherry.
ADAM CHERRY.
You—you think there's somebody else who could do it better? (Primrose nods her head.) Thank you, my dear (releases her hands).
PRIMROSE DEANE.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Cherry.
ADAM CHERRY.
There'd be more to be sorry for still, my dear, if were too late to mend matters (turning away). We won't talk about it any more. Have you seen Ted?
PRIMROSE DEANE.
N-no.