Good heavens, why should I be?
Anne.
You know, it’s so dreadfully hard to pretend I haven’t got eyes in my head.... Why don’t you make it up with George, Katie?
Catherine.
I don’t know what makes you think there’s anything to make up.
Anne.
Oh, my dear, what I didn’t guess for myself Teddie told me.
Catherine.
He would have been wiser to mind his own business.
Anne.