Colin: Thank God. I wish I’d said this days ago.
Gwen: So do I.
Colin: Do you?
Gwen: No I don’t. I don’t want anything to be different. Oh, Colin, you’ve taken such a load off my mind!...
Colin (roughly): Come here!
[He takes her and kisses her again; they part; he strides away from her.
Oh my God! I am happy! (His eyes fall on the tea-tray.) Have some cold tea?
[She shakes her head; he pours himself out some.
My throat’s as dry as a bone. (He drinks.) Come to dinner to-night?
Gwen: Yes.