Christine.[Looks at the glass which stands half empty on the table.] Did you drink together as well?
John. Yes.
Christine. Ugh! Look me in the face.
John. Yes.
Christine. Is it possible? Is it possible?
John.[After reflecting for a short time.] Yes, it is.
Christine. Crikey! I’d never have thought it, that I wouldn’t. No. Ugh! Ugh!
John. I take it you’re not jealous of her?
Christine. No, not of her; if it had been Clara or Sophie, yes, I should have been. Poor girl! Now, I tell you what. I won’t stay any longer in this house, where one can’t keep any respect for the gentry.
John. Why should one respect them?