John. [Silent for a moment.] I left you on the brink—made me feel a little uncertain.
Cynthia. [In a matter of course tone.] I changed my mind—that's all.
John. [Taking his tone from her.] Of course. [After an interval.] Are you going to marry him?
John. Does he know you—
Cynthia. I told him I was coming here.
John. Oh! He'll turn up here, then—eh? [Cynthia is silent.] And you'll go back with him, I suppose?
Cynthia. [Talking at random.] Oh—yes—I suppose so. I—I haven't thought much about it.
John. [Changing his tone.] Well, sit down; do. Till he comes—talk it over. [He places the armchair more comfortably for her.] This is a more comfortable chair!
Cynthia. [Shamefacedly.] You never liked me to sit in that one!