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[Looks up.] Is that all?

Yes, that's all. Except that he asked me would I meet him.

Out somewhere?

No. In his house.

[Surprised.] Over there with his mother, is it?

No, a house he has. He wrote the address for me.

[Half to himself.] Our cottage.

[Hands him the slip.] Here.

[Reads it.] Yes. Our cottage.

Your ?

No, his. I call it ours. [Looking at her.] The cottage I told you about so often—that we had the two keys for, he and I. It is his now. Where we used to hold our wild nights, talking, drinking, planning—at that time. Wild nights; yes. He and I together. [He throws the