Grace.
I?... If I weren’t what you.... Oh, it’s too much to ask anyone. Claude, I beseech you to give way.
[He shakes his head. She falls back in despair, realising that there is no way to move him.
Grace.
Oh, what a punishment!
[The sound of a gong is heard. Claude looks at his watch.
Claude.
By Jove, I had no idea it was so late. There’s the dressing gong. You must hurry up.
Grace.
[Looking at him vaguely.] What is it?