SIR HARRY. [Trying to straighten, himself.] I don't believe you yet.
KATE. [Looking not unkindly into the soul of this man.] Perhaps that is the best way to take it. It is less unflattering than the truth. But you were the only one. [Summing up her life.] You sufficed.
SIR HARRY. Then what mad impulse——
KATE. It was no impulse, Harry. I had thought it out for a year.
SIR HARRY. A year? [Dazed.] One would think to hear you that I hadn't been a good husband to you.
KATE. [With a sad smile.] You were a good husband according to your lights.
SIR HARRY. [Stoutly.] I think so.
KATE. And a moral man, and chatty, and quite the philanthropist.
SIR HARRY. [On sure ground.] All women envied you.
KATE. How you loved me to be envied.