I’m not in the least ashamed of myself.
Dean.
Then, my dear child——
Clare.
And why should I be? I’ve done nothing wrong.
Dean.
You have done very wrong indeed. But I don’t wish to exaggerate. Of course, I know this has been nothing more than a foolish flirtation. Reprehensible—most reprehensible. A grave error, but scarcely a sin. We will say no more about it.... One thing, however, I am bound to insist upon after what came to my knowledge last night. You must have nothing more to do with that young man.
Clare.
What young man? Michael’s forty, if he’s a day.
Dean.