Taylor.
No, I was thinking you wouldn’t have asked me like that if you hadn’t—despised me.
[Norah, a little taken aback, gives him a quick look, but she tries to pass it off lightly.]
Norah.
I don’t know what makes you think that.
Taylor.
Well, I don’t know how you could have put it more plainly that my name was mud.
Norah.
Why didn’t you refuse, then?
Taylor.