LEONARD. Ah! You don’t understand this, sir. It’s a little out of your line.
TIMBRELL. I hope it is out of my line, sir. I trust it is.
MRS. TIMBRELL. When are you going, Mary?
MARY. We sail to-morrow.
LEONARD. I suppose the magnanimous thing would be for me to see you off.
MARY. No. I’ll say good-bye here. [To MRS. TIMBRELL.] I’m sorry to leave you ma’am.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Good luck, Mary.
MARY. There’ll be no questions asked there. I shall leave it all behind. I should be ashamed here. I’ve felt so all the time. Why! Mrs. Greaves thought I wasn’t married. And I never felt as if I was, properly. Of course it’s wrong, but I can’t be right now whatever I do. It isn’t as if I’d been straight all the time. Somehow that does make me feel a bit freer now. If I’m wrong it’s the best I can do.
TIMBRELL. [Angrily to LEONARD.] Do you mean to tell me that you’re going to submit to this?