Hush, Irene! You do Mr. Renshaw an injustice. Look. [She hands Irene Dunstan’s letter.] Will, Dun has come back! Janet, be glad for my sake!
Irene.
[Reading the letter.] “Dear One. Weaver will explain my mode of arrival. Dangars I once knew fairly well, and somehow he won’t be shaken off now. As there appears to be an engagement between him and your friend Miss Stonehay I have asked him to be our guest for a couple of days, thinking you may consider it a kindness to her; but please don’t extend the term, as he is not quite the man I wish my wife to count among her acquaintances.”
[Janet and Wilfrid stroll away.]
Leslie.
[To herself.] My husband home again—home again—home again! But, oh, why hasn’t he come back to me alone!
Irene.
Leslie, I perceive I have done Mr. Renshaw an injustice. But surely you had some further motive in sharing with me the privilege of enjoying Mr. Renshaw’s estimate of the gentleman who is to be my husband?
Leslie.
Yes, I had. I will convince you of the contempt in which honest men hold such as Lord Dangars.