(Under his breath.) Bosh!
Clare.
I beg your pardon?
Bill.
Nothing.... It’s awfully funny to think of Michael spooning away with you and Patricia and boring you both to death without knowing it.
Clare.
I don’t see that it’s any funnier than Patricia doing the same with you and Michael.
Bill.
Well, anyhow, I shall have to stick to Patricia—not because of “higher morality”—whatever that means—but because I know she would pine away if I left her now.