Irene. You are trembling—there is some trouble?
Irene.
[Quietly to Leslie.] Yes—I’ve come to tell you. Janet, I am glad to see you almost well again. Don’t you believe me?
Janet Preece.
[Shrinking from her.] Yes—I—I am better.
Irene.
Ah, don’t be frightened of me—not of me! Janet!
[Janet looks at Irene, then goes to her.]
Irene.
[Kissing Janet.] Thank you. [Giving Leslie a letter.] A letter, Leslie.