THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
Frank : Kitty . . . then you know? How did you know?
Kitty : Then it’s true? It is true? Oh, God . . . (She turns away with a moan.)
Frank : But . . . but how did you know? You say that’s her umbrella? (He inspects it, as one might a relic.) How did it come here?
Kitty : She brought it . . . she’s here now.
Frank : Here? (He looks round.)
Kitty : In the library.
Frank : But how . . . how did she come here?
Kitty : Oh, never mind that. Tell us . . . tell us what you know.
Frank : But I . . . it’s so staggering . . . you seem to know before me.
Jenny : Tell us, Frank. We’ve no details.
Kitty : It’s all so impossible. Frank . . . is it true . . . that he’s forgotten . . . fifteen whole years . . . all our married life and more? It can’t be true.
Frank : I’m afraid it is true, Kitty . . . sadly enough . . . only too true . . . only too true.
Kitty : Well, tell me, then. I must face it.
Frank : I’ll tell you all I can . . . but you must let me tell it in my own way . . . as I meant to tell you when I came.
Kitty : Yes, I’m sure you’d prepared it beautifully . . . like a sermon.
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