You’re not going to do anything foolish, Grace?
Grace.
How d’you mean? [His meaning suddenly strikes her.] You don’t think I might have to.... Oh, that would be too much to ask me.... D’you think I might have to tell him?
Cobbett.
Whatever you do, Grace, I want you to know that if anything happens I’m willing to do the straight thing.
Grace.
[Shaking her head.] No, I should never ask you to marry me. Now we both know how things are between us—how they’ve always been....
Cobbett.
I’m awfully sorry, Grace.
Grace.