Leslie.
Married! Ah, I forget that my poor invalid knows nothing about her nurse. Let me tell you. I mustn’t blame you for not guessing it; but I am that exceedingly important person, a newly-married lady. I am Mrs. Renshaw.
Janet Preece.
[Taking Leslie’s hand.] Mrs.—Renshaw. I shall say the name to myself over and over again that I may seem to have known you longer. Mrs.—Renshaw.
Leslie.
Yes, and my husband is in Rome preparing our first real home. You will see him soon—oh, I hope very soon.
Janet Preece.
I should like to see one who is so precious to you, of course—only——
Leslie.
Only—what?