MARY. Well?
LEONARD. I’ve done you a frightful wrong. There’s no getting away from that. Don’t let it worry you too much. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault at all. But it’s not such a wrong as this—as this would be. May I say that I’ve been admiring you greatly to-day. I think you’re a beautiful creature. Good-bye. [He holds out his hand.]
MARY. But—
MRS. TIMBRELL. My dear boy—
TIMBRELL. Your cunning won’t do. You’re full of shams and tricks.
LEONARD. I was never more sincere.
TIMBRELL. How long do your sincerities last?
LEONARD. I know. I know. It’s gusts and moods with me. Mary, you’ll believe me now. [He looks at his watch.] At what o’clock does this house cease to be my home?
TIMBRELL. The sooner the better.