I made myself needlessly disagreeable. Will you forgive me?
Arthur.
Darling, don't reproach yourself. That's more than I can bear. There's nothing to forgive.
Violet.
I owe so much to you. I hate to think that I was horrid.
Arthur.
You don't owe anything to me at all. And you're incapable of being horrid.
[He seizes her hands and is about to kiss them, when she draws them abruptly away.]
Violet.