Claude.
I’m such an ass at explaining myself. What I want to make you understand is that I don’t love you for anything that other people could love you for. I love you because you’re you, don’t you know. Because you’re so awfully good and straight. And you know I respect you so awfully.
Grace.
[In a hoarse voice.] I’m not good, Claude.
Claude.
If I didn’t believe it, I should think the world a pretty rotten place.
Grace.
I haven’t been the sort of wife you wanted. I felt that always.
Claude.