I’m always afraid that I shall bore you if I come too often. I rack my brains for plausible excuses to present myself at your front door.... What’s the matter, Kate?
Catherine.
With me? Nothing.
Colby.
I thought you seemed worried.
Catherine.
D’you know that you haven’t shown the least desire to kiss me?
Colby.
I? My dear, I was obeying your strict commands.
Catherine.