Kate. Oh dear, no! Mr. Selwyn has always insisted on my being treated with every consideration.
Nor. Ah! Philip thinks a lot of you, doesn’t he?
Kate. I think, he likes me. I don’t know about “a lot.”
Nor. Perhaps you felt yourself in rather a false position?
Kate. (rises) What do you mean?
Nor. Nothing—I only meant—I don’t know what I meant.
Kate. Perhaps I thought, that I might better my position.
Nor. But if you were so comfortable——
Kate. Comfort isn’t everything. Ravenhurst’s an awfully nice place: but—(facing him) “You know, one must look after the dibs.”
Nor. (stands dumbfounded—pause) Then, you heard my conversation with Sir Peter?