Kate. Thanks, I prefer to stand.
Nor. But I don’t like you to stand.
Kate. I’m sorry if my attitude is not sufficiently elegant to satisfy your lordship’s fastidious taste.
Nor. Miss Derwent!
Kate. But I was not born graceful. I don’t think I was properly finished off. Nature has left “a screw loose” somewhere. (crosses R.)
Nor. (C.) “A screw loose?” (nonplussed)
Kate. What perplexes your lordship? (sits R. by piano)
Nor. (goes to her) Miss Derwent, tell me—why did you ever want to leave Ravenhurst? Don’t think me impertinent. I have a reason for asking.
Kate. And I had a reason for leaving.
Nor. Were you uncomfortable?