Norwood? Good Lord, he didn't
stand a chance. You were judging him all the time, weren't you?
KATE (thoughtfully). You're very clever, Dennis.
DENNIS (cheerfully). Four years' study of the Turkish character.
KATE. But how do you know I'm not judging _you_ all the time?
DENNIS. Of course you are. But there's all the difference in the world
between judging a stranger like me, and judging the man you thought
you were in love with.
KATE. You _are_ a stranger to me.
DENNIS. I know. That's why I said good-bye to the girl who had been
with me these last four years, the girl I had married. Well, I've said
good-bye to her. You're not my wife any longer, Kate; but if you don't
mind pretending that I'm not your husband, and just give me a chance
of making love to you--well, that's all I want.
KATE. You're very generous, Dennis.
DENNIS. No, I'm not. I'm very much in love; and for a man very much in
love I'm being rather less of a silly ass than usual. Why should you
love me? You fell in love with my uniform at the beginning of the war.
I was ordered out, and you fell in love with the departing hero. After
that? Well, I had four years--alone--in which to think about _you_,
and you had four years--with other men--in which to forget _me_.
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