ACT I
Kitty : Yes. You don’t remember me?
Chris : I’m sorry . . . I . . .
[He moves to her, makes a movement as though to kiss her, and is arrested suddenly. His arms drop to his side.
Forgive me, I . . .
Kitty (bitterly) : You can’t kiss a stranger.
Chris (looking around) : It’s all so different here. This room . . . everything.
Kitty : Do you like it? You used to like my taste.
Chris : Yours? Why, yes . . . it’s charming. It used to be . . . in tapestry. That’s a new piano.
Kitty : Yes. A Steinway. You gave it me.
Chris : Did I? I’m glad. You play?
Kitty: Yes . . . a little.
Chris : Jenny used to play. Do you still?
Jenny : Sometimes. Won’t you sit down, Chris. You look tired.
Chris (sitting) : Kitty . . . you must forgive me. I . . . it’s not my fault.
Kitty : No. [She does not move.
Jenny (sitting beside him) : Of course not, Chris. You mustn’t worry.
Chris : This place has changed. . . .
Kitty : Yes, When we married, you bought a lot of land. You added to the house . . . altered it.
Chris : Yes . . . that new wing. I noticed it. It’s all rather rightening.
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