Gertie.
Even when you’re begging my pardon you put on airs. You ask me to forgive you as if you was doing me a favour.
Norah.
[With a chuckle.] I must have a very unfortunate manner.
Gertie.
[Furiously.] Don’t laugh at me.
Norah.
Don’t make yourself ridiculous, then.
Gertie.
D’you think I shall ever forget what you wrote to Ed before I married him?