MRS DUBEBAT. I dont care about Mr Walpole: it is you who must befriend me. Oh, will you please sit down and listen to me just for a few minutes. [He assents with a grave inclination, and sits on the sofa. She sits on the easel chair] Thank you. I wont keep you long; but I must tell you the whole truth. Listen. I know Louis as nobody else in the world knows him or ever can know him. I am his wife. I know he has little faults: impatiences, sensitivenesses, even little selfishnesses that are too trivial for him to notice. I know that he sometimes shocks people about money because he is so utterly above it, and cant understand the value ordinary people set on it. Tell me: did he--did he borrow any money from you? RIDGEON. He asked me for some once. MRS DUBEDAT [tears again in her eyes] Oh, I am so sorry--so sorry. But he will never do it again: I pledge you my word for that. He has given me his promise: here in this room just before you came; and he is incapable of breaking his word. That was his only real weakness; and now it is conquered and done with for ever. RIDGEON. Was that really his only weakness? MRS DUBEDAT. He is perhaps sometimes weak about women, because they adore him so, and are always laying traps for him. And of course when he says he doesnt believe in morality, ordinary pious people think he must be wicked. You can understand, cant you, how all this starts a great deal of gossip about him, and gets repeated until even good friends get set against him? RIDGEON. Yes: I understand. MRS DUBEDAT. Oh, if you only knew the other side of him as I do! Do you know, doctor, that if Louis dishonored himself by a really bad action, I should kill myself. RIDGEON. Come! dont exaggerate. MRS DUBEDAT. I should. You don't understand that, you east country people. RIDGEON. You did not see much of the world in Cornwall, did you? MRS DUBEDAT [naively] Oh yes. I saw a great deal every day of the beauty of the world--more than you ever see here in London. But I saw very few people, if that is what you mean. I was an only child. RIDGEON. That explains a good deal. MRS DUBEDAT. I had a great many dreams; but at last they all came to one dream. RIDGEON [with half a sigh] Yes, the usual dream. MRS DUBEDAT [surprised] Is it usual? RIDGEON. As I guess. You havnt yet told me what it was.