Theophila.
I’m sorry.
Olive.
After what has happened my one hold on him is through the reparation I could make you. And now—and now—you—— [Throwing herself into the chair, crying.] Oh, it’s like begging to you!
Theophila.
Notwithstanding—all you’ve done—you’re anxious to make it up with your husband, aren’t you?
Olive.
[In a whisper.] You needn’t ask; you’ve heard all about it.
Theophila.
Do you think that, with your nature, you could ever be happy with him, and make him happy?