NORWOOD (stiffly). I have been engaged on important work for the Government of a confidential nature-- DENNIS. You, as I was saying, have been mixing in Society, engaged on important work for the Government of a confidential nature---- NORWOOD. It was my great regret that I had no opportunity of enlisting---- DENNIS. With no opportunity, as I was about to say, of enlisting, but with many opportunities, fortunately, of making love to my wife. NORWOOD. Now look here, Mr. Camberley, I've already told you---- DENNIS (soothing him). But, my dear Mr. Norwood, I'm only doing what you said. I'm looking facts in the face. (Surprised) You aren't ashamed of having made love to my wife, are you? NORWOOD (impatiently). What are you going to do? That's all that matters between you and me. What are you going to do? DENNIS. Well, that was what I was going to ask you. You're so much more in the swim than I am. (Earnestly) What _is_ being done in Society just now? You must have heard a good deal of gossip about it. All your friends, who were also engaged on important work of a confidential nature, with no opportunity of enlisting--don't they tell you their own experiences? What _have_ the husbands been doing lately when they came back from the front? NORWOOD (advancing on him angrily). Now, once and for all, sir---- (KATE comes in, with a hat in each hand, calling to NORWOOD as she comes.) KATE. Oh, Cyril--which of these two hats--(she sees her husband)--Dennis! DENNIS (looking at her steadfastly). How are _you_, Kate? KATE (stammering). You've--you've come back? (She puts the hats down.) DENNIS. I've come back. As I was telling Mr. Norwood. KATE (looking from one to the other). You--? DENNIS (smiling). Oh, we're quite old friends. NORWOOD (going to her). I've told him, Kate. (He takes her hands, and tries to look defiantly at DENNIS, though he is not feeling like that at all.) KATE (looking anxiously at DENNIS). What are you going to do? (She can hardly make him out. He is different from the husband who left her four years ago.) DENNIS. Well, that's what Cyril keeps asking me. (to NORWOOD) You don't mind my calling you Cyril?--such an old friend of my wife's-- KATE (unable to make him out). Dennis! (She is frightened.) NORWOOD (soothingly). It's all right, dear. DENNIS. Do let's sit down and talk it over in a friendly way. KATE (going to him). Dennis, can you ever forgive me? We never ought to have got married--we knew each other so little--you had to go away so soon--I--I was going to write and tell you--oh, I wish-- DENNIS. That's all right, Kate. (He will not let her come too close to him. He steps back and looks at her from head to feet) You've altered. KATE. That's just it, Dennis. I'm not the girl who-- DENNIS. You've grown four years younger and four years prettier. KATE (dropping her eyes). Have I? DENNIS. Yes. . . . You do your hair a new way. KATE (surprised). Do you like it? DENNIS. I love it.