[Suddenly touched.] After ten years of holy matrimony?
Claude.
It seems about ten days to me.
Grace.
Good God, to me it seems a lifetime.
Claude.
I say, Grace, what d’you mean by that?
Grace.
[Recovering herself.] Oughtn’t you to go back to the dining-room? Your brother and Mr. Cobbett will be boring one another.
[Claude looks at her for a moment, then rises and goes out. Grace clenches her hands, and an expression of utter wretchedness crosses her face. She passes her hand across her eyes with an impatient gesture, as if she were trying to shake herself free from some torturing thought. Moore comes in with coffee on a salver.