Janet Preece.
Oh, if we never had met—if we never had met!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Why, I’ve done nothing but love you, Janet. Come, you’re not cruel enough to wish you had never seen me?
Janet Preece.
Ah, no! No! Believe me, the only happiness for such as I is in such wretchedness as this. Bid me good-bye—I am going.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
No!
Janet Preece.
Let me steal away quietly. Tell your sister that I pray God to bless her, her husband, and her children when they come to make her life perfect; say I am only a poor creature never worth the love I’ve stolen from you both, but that my thoughts will be only of you and her till I die.