MALISE. My God!
[She puts up her face to be kissed, shutting her eyes.]
MALISE. You poor——
He clasps and kisses her, then, drawing back, looks in her face. She has not moved, her eyes are still closed; but she is shivering; her lips are tightly pressed together; her hands twitching.
MALISE. [Very quietly] No, no! This is not the house of a "gentleman."
CLARE. [Letting her head fall, and almost in a whisper] I'm sorry.
MALISE. I understand.
CLARE. I don't feel. And without—I can't, can't.
MALISE. [Bitterly] Quite right. You've had enough of that.
There is a long silence. Without looking at him she takes up her hat, and puts it on.