Anne [after a pause]. Madge Kennedy caught sight of you in New York.
Harold. Did she really? How is little Madge? And that odd brother of hers. Is he just as much of a fool as ever? I remember once he said to me—
Anne. Oh, I didn't ask you here to talk about Madge Kennedy's family.
Harold [taken aback]. No ... no, of course, not. I—I've been wondering just why you did ask me. You said you wanted to talk to me about something.
Anne [gently]. Weren't you glad to come?
Harold. Why, of course I was. Of course. And then your note fired my curiosity—your asking me to come straight to you before seeing any one else.
Anne. Aren't you glad to be here with me?
Harold. Why surely, of course, but—[Pause.]
Anne. You see, people seemed to expect you would come to see me first of all. I rather expected it myself. Don't you understand?
Harold [very uncomfortably]. No.... I'm afraid I don't....