Leslie.
[From the garden.] Dunstan! The five minutes are gone.
[Leslie runs on carrying some flowers. Wilfrid follows, leisurely, smoking a cigarette.]
Leslie.
Have I come back a minute too soon? [To Dunstan.] You have had bad news; ah, don’t send me away again! You are troubled.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Why, of course I am troubled.
Leslie.
About nothing worse than leaving me?