Blenkinsop.
But I tell you I’m not joking.
Mrs. Dot.
Thank heaven for that. I’m weary of your bad jokes.
Blenkinsop.
The thing started as a bad joke, but it has ended in something very different. A change has come over me, and I’m ashamed.
Mrs. Dot.
[Looking up.] Eh?
Blenkinsop.
Don’t you see that I’m a different man? Dot, it’s you who’ve changed me.