I suspected before. In those circumstances hardly any men seem able to help a sort of proprietary air. He rather gave it away, you know.... And then yesterday I felt quite certain.
Grace.
I’m in your hands. What are you going to do?
Miss Vernon.
My dear, what can I do? Claude wouldn’t love me more because he loved you less.
Grace.
You must utterly despise me.
Miss Vernon.
No.... I feel awfully sorry for Claude.
Grace.