You can hardly believe it, can you? It sounds incredible. Sometimes I can’t help saying to myself that it is not possible it should be true.
Archibald.
[Trying to collect himself.] It’s come as a most dreadful blow.
Grace.
Don’t reproach me. I’ve said all the obvious things to myself already.... Oh, I hate myself.
Archibald.
I’m so bewildered. Why d’you tell me? I feel I ought to ask you all sorts of questions, and I can’t bear to ask you anything.
Grace.
I don’t think anything matters but that I’ve behaved odiously. Claude was always very good to me, and I’ve deceived him. And every kindness, every word of love he says to me is a reproach. And I love him with all my soul, and there’s always the horror of what I’ve done between us. And I can’t bear it any longer.
Archibald.