I think if I were a gentleman, and had behaved exceedingly rudely to a lady, I should take the first opportunity of begging her pardon, and asking her to—to try and forgive me.
TED MORRIS.
(Still at window.) I do beg your pardon, Miss Deane, from the bottom of my heart. And I should like you to forgive me—if you ever could.
PRIMROSE DEANE.
I don't think that's at all the way anybody ought to ask anybody else's pardon (looks across at him) all that way off. And I can't forgive you until I know why you did it. (A pause.) Why—why did you do it?
TED MORRIS.
I—I cannot tell you. Please don't ask me.
PRIMROSE DEANE.
I suppose then I must think what I like?