(gentle) I want that, too, of course. But… Cath. The bakery, much as we’ve talked of it, has always been, well… something of a silly dream, don’t you think?

(measured) I mean to say that I do not know him. And despite how willingly you’ve gone gallivanting about with him after dark, I am not convinced you know him, either.

(hysterical, crying and panicking) Cath… it’s… it’s his wife! I saw her going into the powder room at the theater looking like she was going to be ill, and the beast came out. There was no one else in there, I’m sure!