[Looking into the garden.] Deny it! no!
Fraser.
[Turning to Justina.] Please——! [To Mrs. Cloys.] But you, Mrs. Cloys, have just admitted to me that, up till last night, your feelings towards her were at least as unjust as my own.
Mrs. Cloys.
Ah, I hope your contrition, now that the facts are known to us, is as sincere and as deep as mine, Mr. Fraser.
Justina.
Oh, how miserable he looks!
Mrs. Cloys.
Who?
Justina.