Grace.
[In a low voice.] I was rather afraid he was going to shoot you.
Claude.
So was I. But I felt pretty sure he saw two of me, and I thought he’d probably shoot at the wrong one.
Grace.
You’re very plucky.
Claude.
Rot! [He hesitates for a moment.] Grace, I’m afraid you think I’ve been an awful skunk.
Grace.
[With a quick look at him.] We none of us knew anything like this was going to happen.