Grace.
[Looking as it were into her own soul.] Yes.... Oh, I’m so ashamed.
Cobbett.
The world would be a jolly sight easier place to live in if people weren’t such humbugs.
Grace.
[Hardly able to believe the truth that presents itself to her, yet eager to probe it.] D’you think it was only curiosity on my side and nothing more than opportunity on yours?
Cobbett.
That’s the foundation of nine love affairs out of ten, you know.
Grace.
[Trying to justify herself in her own eyes.] I was so bored—so lonely. I never felt at home with the people I had to live with. They humiliated me. And you seemed the same sort of person as I was. I felt at my ease with you. At first I thought you cared for the things I cared for—music and books and pictures: it took me quite a time to discover that you didn’t know the difference between a fiddle and a jews’ harp.... I wonder why you troubled to take me in.