Colin: It’s very good.
Gwen: I used to love painting.
Colin (moving to the other picture): This yours too?
Gwen: No; that’s by ... somebody else.
[He looks at her—and back at the picture.
Colin (meaning it): It’s quite beautiful.
Gwen (with eagerness): Do you think so?... I do.
Colin: It’s not unlike yours ... you knew the painter?
Gwen (simply): I wanted to marry him ... only ... well, he was quite poor, so it was stopped. And then he was killed.
Colin: In the war?