George Winter.
[With a little chuckle.] I dimly suspect.
Catherine.
My father owes you a lot of money. He’s chairman of half your companies. He thinks that if I divorce you he’ll have to pay that money....
George Winter.
I’m sure his sense of delicacy would prevent him from remaining in my debt.
Catherine.
And you’ll make him resign his directorships?
George Winter.
[With his tongue in his cheek.] I know him well enough to feel certain that he would never wish to retain them.