What d’you want me to do?
Marsh.
Well, you’ve got to live with Gertie. Why can’t you make the best of things and meet her half way? You might make allowances for her even if you think her unreasonable.
Norah.
I’ll have a try.
Marsh.
I think you ought to apologise for what you said to her just now.
Norah.
I? I’ve got nothing to apologise for. She drove me to distraction.
[There is a moment’s pause. Marsh, now that he has come to the object of all he has been saying, is a little embarrassed.]