You’re growing more and more like him every day, Harry.
Cobbett.
I don’t quite know what you mean by that.
Grace.
It seems hardly worth while to have—made a long journey to find oneself exactly where one started.
Cobbett.
I never know what people are driving at when they talk metaphorically.
Grace.
[Looking at him deliberately.] I thought I loved you, Harry.
Cobbett.