[Looking at the Bramah-key on her bracelet.] You broke it open?
George Winter.
When I made you a present of your dressing-case, I kept the duplicate key in case you lost yours.
Catherine.
It’s infamous. It’s—it’s just like you.
George Winter.
[Smiling.] Why on earth were you so incautious as to leave it behind?
Catherine.
[Indignantly.] I thought I could trust you. It never struck me that you’d pry into my private papers.
George Winter.