Put your hat on--quickly--(he
gets it for her)--here you are--
KATE (standing up). I'm not sure, Cyril.
NORWOOD. What d'you mean?
KATE. He expects me to wait for him.
NORWOOD. If it comes to that, he expected you to wait for him four
years ago.
KATE. Yes. . . . (Quietly) Thank you for reminding me.
NORWOOD. Kate, don't be stupid. What's happened to you? Of course, I
know it's been beastly upsetting for you, all this--but then, why do
you want to go on with it? Why do you want _more_ upsetting scenes?
You've got a chance now of getting out of it all, and--(He looks at
his watch) Good Lord!
KATE. Is the five minutes over?
NORWOOD. Quick, quick! (He puts his fingers to his lips) Quietly. (He
walks on tiptoe to the door.)
KATE. Cyril!
NORWOOD. H'sh!
KATE (sitting down again). It's no good, Cyril, I must wait for him.
(The door opens, and NORWOOD starts back quickly as DENNIS comes in.)
DENNIS (looking at his watch). Innings declared closed. (to NORWOOD)
The dining-room is nicely warmed now, and I've left you an evening
paper.
NORWOOD (going to KATE). Look here, Mr. Camberley, Kate and I--
DENNIS. Mrs. Camberley, no doubt, will tell me.
(He holds the door open and waits politely for NORWOOD to go.
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