Wilfrid Brudenell.
Any other—man.
Janet Preece.
No—no. I don’t—I don’t love any other man.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
And yet you can’t love me. I’m answered. Ah, Janet, a man who isn’t loved had better never seek the reason, or if he does he should look for it—in himself. My brother-in-law will be home in a few minutes and I can very well be spared here. So there’s one thing I beg of you, that you won’t let this—stupidity of mine shorten your stay at the Villa Colobiano.
Janet Preece.
[Bursting into tears.] I can’t bear it! My heart will break!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
You seemed in bitter trouble when we first met; don’t leave us till we have helped to make life easier for you.