[After a long look at him.] Oh, don’t ask me.
George Winter.
Will you do something for me? It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask you.
Catherine.
I’ll do anything I can.
George Winter.
I want half an hour to myself. You must let no one come to me under any pretext whatever.
Catherine.
[With a cry of horror.] You’re not going to do it now?
George Winter.