Janet Preece.
No, no—don’t, don’t!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
I can only guess what’s in your mind. Is it that we’re such new friends to talk of love and marriage? Because, Janet, if we know each other for years I can never alter the truth, that it took only a minute to fall in love with you.
Janet Preece.
No, it isn’t that you’re a new friend; for the matter o’ that, after Mrs. Renshaw, you’re my only friend. It isn’t that—it isn’t that.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Then, if we’re your only friends, at least I know that you don’t love any other——
Janet Preece.
[Starting up and hiding her face from him.] Any other!