[Distantly.] Good-bye.
Mrs. Stonehay.
My dear Mr. Renshaw, everything here is too charming!
Irene.
[To Leslie.] Forgive me. My life has made me bitter. Sometimes I am nearly mad.
Leslie.
Come and see me again, Irene. When you know my husband better you will realize how little your world has taught you. [Leslie kisses Irene.]
Mrs. Stonehay.
Irene, I believe I can see that obstinate young woman sitting down in a vineyard—not a quarter of a mile from this house yet. There is a limit even to my forbearance.
[Wilfrid, Mrs. Stonehay, and Irene go out. Leslie gives Dunstan a cup of tea.]