Mrs. Dot.
I really believe he’s waking up.
Blenkinsop.
If I was shy and awkward, it’s because I wouldn’t give in to myself. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t understand.
Mrs. Dot.
That’s much better. There really is a ring of emotion in your voice.
Blenkinsop.
How shouldn’t there be, when I’m saying at last what has trembled on the tip of my tongue for ten days?
Mrs. Dot.
[Delighted.] There! That’s just the tone I want. Talk with that quiver in your voice when you ask me to pass you the mustard at dinner.