Grace.
[Sarcastically.] It’s so devilish mid-Victorian, isn’t it?
Cobbett.
[Surprised at her tone.] It’s not really bothering you, is it?
Grace.
[With a sudden vehement outburst.] Don’t you see that wretched girl has done no more than I have?
Cobbett.
[With a chuckle.] Great Scott, you haven’t produced an unexpected baby, have you?
Grace.
Oh, don’t, don’t.