[After a moment’s hesitation.] I think the whole thing’s damned impertinent.
Boyce.
That’s exactly what I said.
James Ford.
[Quietly.] You’re only wasting time, Winter.
Swalecliffe.
We made up our minds that we must have a certain assurance from the lips of Mrs. Winter. Then we can go back to Middlepool with comfortable minds.
George Winter.
[Trying bluster.] D’you mean to say you wish to cross-examine my wife?
Swalecliffe.