Leslie.
Janet!
Janet Preece.
[To Leslie in a low whisper.] Mrs. Renshaw! You don’t know what a base, wicked girl you are sheltering! I’m not fit to be in your house! Oh, I’ll tell you—I’ll tell you!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Leslie, there have been no secrets between us ever, and there’s a promise that there never shall be any.
Leslie.
Will?
Wilfrid Brudenell.
I—I have told Janet that I love her, and I have asked her to be my wife. But Janet is in some distress and wishes to leave us. So, Les, I want you to do me a service.