ASTON.
(Turning round.) Cain, you brute, go to hell! (CAIN slinks back.) Oh, will you forgive me for having been such a swine? What can I do?
TOPSY.
(Who has recovered her self-possession, rises to her feet and pushes HENRIKA into the background.) Thank you, it is really quite all right. I think it would be best to say no more about it, to forget what has happened.
ASTON.
Will you forgive me, then?
TOPSY.
Of course, of course. Please get up, Mr. Tyrrell.
ASTON.