Claude.
Hang it all, don’t you see that it’s because of you that I can’t give way? It’s beastly having to say it. It makes me feel such an ass.
Grace.
[Beginning to be frightened.] What have I got to do with it?
Claude.
Until I knew you I don’t suppose I had a higher opinion of women than most men, but you taught me what a—what a stunning fine thing a good woman is.
Grace.
[Hoarsely.] It’s perfectly absurd. It’s—it’s unreasonable. I’ve not been.... Only the other day you said I was cold. And just now you told me I was unkind.
Claude.
I dare say that’s all my fault. I expect I bore you sometimes. After all, I know you’re worth about six of me. I can’t expect you to love me as I love you.