[There is a brief pause. The she rises and walks across the room, outwardly calm but twisting her hands.]
AGNES. Well, you've had Mr. Cleeve's answer to that.
ST. OLPHERTS. Yes.
AGNES. Which finally disposes of the whole matter—disposes of it—
ST. OLPHERTS. Completely. [Struck by an idea.] Unless you—
AGNES. [Turning to him.] Unless I—
ST. OLPHERTS. Unless you—
AGNES. [After a moment's pause.] What did Lucas say to you when you—?
ST. OLPHERTS. He said he knew you'd never make that sacrifice for him. [She pulls herself up rigidly.] So he declined to pain you by asking you to do it.
AGNES. [Crossing swiftly to the settee, and speaking straight into his face.] That's a lie!