Three days—three days. How strange to have lost three days out of one’s life! I seem to have died and to have come into a beautiful new world.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
That’s a great compliment to the Villa Colobiano and its mistress.
Janet Preece.
Ah, she is the Angel of my new world!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
One angel is very little to do all the work of a beautiful new world.
[Janet timidly withdraws her hand.]
Janet Preece.