HE. No, no. [He takes her tenderly in his arms]. Dearest,
dearest: how agitated you are! how unlike yourself! All these
worries belong to the lower plane. Come up with me to the higher
one. The heights, the solitudes, the soul world!

SHE [avoiding his gaze] No: stop: it's no use, Mr Apjohn.

HE [recoiling] Mr Apjohn!!!

SHE. Excuse me: I meant Henry, of course.

HE. How could you even think of me as Mr Apjohn? I never think of
you as Mrs Bompas: it is always Cand-- I mean Aurora, Aurora,
Auro--

SHE. Yes, yes: that's all very well, Mr Apjohn [He is about to
interrupt again: but she won't have it] no: it's no use: I've
suddenly begun to think of you as Mr Apjohn; and it's ridiculous
to go on calling you Henry. I thought you were only a boy, a
child, a dreamer. I thought you would be too much afraid to do
anything. And now you want to beat Teddy and to break up my home
and disgrace me and make a horrible scandal in the papers. It's
cruel, unmanly, cowardly.

HE [with grave wonder] Are you afraid?

SHE. Oh, of course I'm afraid. So would you be if you had any
common sense. [She goes to the hearth, turning her back to him,
and puts one tapping foot on the fender].