C.-C. And why have we been left alone in this very marked manner?
Elizabeth. Have we? I didn’t notice it.
C.-C. I suppose it’s difficult for the young to realise that one may be old without being a fool.
Elizabeth. I never thought you that. Everyone knows you’re very intelligent.
C.-C. They certainly ought to by now. I’ve told them often enough. Are you a little nervous?
Elizabeth. Let me feel my pulse. [She puts her finger on her wrist.] It’s perfectly regular.
C.-C. When I suggested staying to luncheon Arnold looked exactly like a dose of castor oil.
Elizabeth. I wish you’d sit down.
C.-C. Will it make it easier for you? [He takes a chair.] You have evidently something very disagreeable to say to me.