[She hurries to the half-empty bottle of champagne on the table and pours out a glass of wine. He drinks it at a gulp.
George Winter.
[Recovering himself.] That’s rich, that is. Rich.
[Again he bursts into laughter.
Catherine.
What is it, George? It’s not because I’m going away?
George Winter.
Your going away doesn’t matter a damn to me. It means that I’ve been done in the eye. Those swindling rogues, the Lewishams, have got me at last. That article’s done the trick and I’m dished. You can go your own way now, Kate. You’ve got the better of me after all.
Catherine.