Charles.
What a fool you must think me!
Kate.
[Touched by his evident sincerity.] Never mind. It’s a shame to laugh at you. But you are rather absurd, you know. [She goes over and kisses him. He accepts the caress with gratitude, but blushes painfully.]
Charles.
I know, my love. But I’ve always been shy like that. It’s an idiosyncrasy.
Kate.
Not idiosyncrasy, dear. Idiocy. The words are so much alike.