No, Pietro mustn’t sing to me while he is gone. My home shall never be bright and cheerful when its dear master is away.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
[From the house.] Leslie! Leslie!
Leslie.
Will? [Wilfrid comes from the villa with Janet Preece, who looks weary and feeble. Taking Janet’s hand.] Oh! Wilfrid!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
It’s our little friend of the London railway station!
Janet Preece.
No, no—I am only Mrs. Stonehay’s servant—little better. She has threatened to send me away, because she says I am self-willed and won’t obey her. But I—I can’t walk; I’m not over-strong. What shall I do!