Janet Preece.
Only I know that when your dear companion comes back I shall lose you.
Leslie.
Hush, hush! You mustn’t distress yourself; you will be ill again.
Janet Preece.
I would be ill again, gladly, if I could see your face constantly bending over me as I have seen it for the last three days. Oh, Mrs. Renshaw, why have you been so good to me, a stranger?
Wilfrid Brudenell.
I say, Leslie, aren’t Dun’s letters furious about Mrs. Stonehay’s bad behaviour?
Janet Preece.
Mrs. Stonehay! I can’t go back to her! Oh, don’t send me back to Mrs. Stonehay! Oh, don’t, please don’t!