Cynthia. I don't believe you want me to stay.
John. Don't you?
Cynthia. No, no, you hate me still. You never can forgive me. I know you can't. For I can never forgive myself. Never, Jack, never, never!
[She sobs and he takes her in his arms.
John. [Very tenderly.] Cyn! I love you! [Strongly.] And you've got to stay! And hereafter you can chuck chairs around till all's blue! Not a word now.
[He draws her gently to a chair.
Cynthia. [Wiping her tears.] Oh, Jack! Jack!
John. I'm as hungry as a shark. We'll nibble together.
Cynthia. Well, all I can say is, I feel that of all the improprieties I ever committed this—this—
John. This takes the claret, eh? Oh, Lord, how happy I am!