She will not receive help from the woman who—who brought that humiliation on her last night. I believe, if she was starving, she wouldn’t take a crust from my hand.
John.
She returns to her husband, I suppose?
Olive.
I think not. She is in the mood to accept nothing from anybody.
John.
[Sitting with his head bowed.] Wounded—wounded.
Olive.
[With a slight shrug of the shoulders.] She’s a sentimental, romantic little person, I find. Well——!
John.