Have I?
DENNIS. Yes. . . . You do your hair a new way.
KATE (surprised). Do you like it?
DENNIS. I love it.
NORWOOD (coughing). Yes, well, perhaps we'd better--
DENNIS (with a start). I beg your pardon, Cyril. I was forgetting you
for the moment. Well, now do sit down, (NORWOOD and KATE sit down
together on the sofa, but DENNIS remains standing) That's right.
KATE. Well?
DENNIS (to KATE). You want to marry him, eh?
NORWOOD. We have already told you the circumstances, Mr. Camberley. I
need hardly say how regrettable it is that--er--but at the same time
these--er--things will happen, and since it--er--has happened--
KATE. I feel I hardly know you, Dennis. Did I love you when I married
you? I don't know. It was so sudden. We had no time to find out
anything about each other. And now you come back--a stranger--
DENNIS (jerking his head at NORWOOD). And he's not a stranger, eh?
KATE (dropping her eyes). N-no.
DENNIS. You feel you know all about _him_?
KATE. I--we--(She is unhappy.)
NORWOOD. We have discovered that we love each other. (Taking her
hands) My darling one, this is distressing for you. Let _me_--
DENNIS (sharply). It wouldn't be distressing for her, if you didn't
keep messing her about.
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