Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say anything that would hurt you.
Catherine.
[Recovering herself.] You haven’t. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to make a scene, but my nerves are a little upset. I’m a very weak, selfish woman, audit’s dreadfully hard to be half as angelic as you think me. I’m very glad that you’re going to marry Teddie. You’re in love with one another, and if you haven’t much money, what does it matter? I’m sure you’ll be tremendously happy.
Anne.
You are a dear.
[Francis Etchingham comes in. He is wearing a dinner jacket and a black tie. Anne springs up impulsively.
Anne.
Is it over?
Etchingham.