Mr. Freeman: Don’t be a fool.
Gwen: We lived in the same house; but we’re strangers.
Mr. Freeman: Who’s fault’s that?
Gwen: What I believe is part of me, I can’t help that. I couldn’t be anything but a stranger with anyone from whom I had to hide it. We could be closer now. If she will. I’ll do my best.
Mr. Freeman: Rubbish. (He makes for the door.) All I can say now is: I shall oppose you with every means in my power. If you persist, not another penny do you get from me—either of you. (To Colin.) And as for you, sir, you’re a damned scoundrel!
[He goes.
Gwen (at once, to Colin): Oh, I’m so sorry.
Colin (taking her roughly by the shoulders): Look here; you’re going to love me; and I’m going to love you, and there’s going to be no one else. Do you understand?
Gwen: Yes.
Colin: Good. Now I’m going to clear out; right out of it, for a bit.