I want to talk to you. Come and sit down.
(They sit on the sofa together.)
NORWOOD. You aren't sorry for what you said yesterday?
KATE (looking at him thoughtfully, and then shaking her head). No.
NORWOOD. Then what's happened?
KATE. I've just had a letter from Dennis.
NORWOOD (anxiously). Dennis--your husband?
KATE. Yes.
NORWOOD. Where does he write from?
KATE. India.
NORWOOD. Oh, well!
KATE. He says I may expect him home almost as soon as I get the
letter.
NORWOOD. Good Heavens!
KATE. Yes. . . .
NORWOOD (always hopeful). Perhaps he didn't catch the boat that he
expected to. Wouldn't he have cabled from somewhere on the way?
KATE. You can't depend on cables nowadays. _I_ don't know--What are we
to do, Cyril?
NORWOOD. You know what I always wanted you to do. (He takes her hands)
Come away with me.
KATE (doubtfully). And let Dennis come home and find--an empty house?
NORWOOD (eagerly). You are nothing to him, and he is nothing to you. A
war-wedding!--after you'd been engaged to each other for a week! And
forty-eight hours afterwards he is sent out to India--and you haven't
seen him since.
KATE. Yes. I keep telling myself that.
NORWOOD. The world may say that you're his wife and he's your husband,
but--what do you know of him? He won't even be the boy you married.
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