FAITH. I can't. We didn't talk in there, you know.
JOHNNY. Were you fond of the chap who—?
FAITH. No. Yes. I suppose I was—once.
JOHNNY. He must have been rather a swine.
FAITH. He's dead.
JOHNNY. Sorry! Oh, sorry!
FAITH. I've forgotten all that.
JOHNNY. Beastly things, babies; and absolutely unnecessary in the present state of the world.
FAITH. [With a faint smile] My baby wasn't beastly; but I—I got upset.
JOHNNY. Well, I should think so!