THE THIRD ACT.
THE END OF THE HONEYMOON.
The scene is still the Renshaws’ Florentine villa. Janet Preece is lying upon a sofa, and Wilfrid is sitting on a footstool by her side reading to her.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Miss Preece, I hope you’re tired of my reading.
Janet Preece.
Why?
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Because you’ve heard all that Galignani has to remark.
Janet Preece.
I’m afraid I haven’t heard much.