Grace.
D’you mean to say that if I weren’t—what you think me, you wouldn’t insist on that poor girl going away?
Claude.
I don’t suppose I should feel quite the same about it.
Grace.
[Trying to keep back her sobs.] It’s so unreasonable.
Claude.
Even if it weren’t for the rule of the estate, I couldn’t let her live in the same place as you. I can’t help it. It’s just a sort of instinct. It simply disgusts me to think that you may meet that—that woman when you walk about, and her kid.
Grace.
Oh, Claude, you don’t know what you’re saying.