Clare.
You must be content with that.
Bill.
Must I? Then you don’t know me. I’ll give you no rest—I’ll persecute you night and day till I get at the truth.
Clare.
(After a pause.) You may be right, Bill; perhaps I do owe you an explanation since I allowed you to kiss me....
Bill.
And kissed me....
Clare.
(Tragically.) I belong to another man....