Leslie.
What service, brother dear?
Wilfrid Brudenell.
I want you to help her—and me.
[He leaves them together.]
Leslie.
Janet! Janet Preece. I love my brother very dearly, and long ago I determined that the moment his heart went out to a good girl I would call her my sister without a murmur. But you have said something to me which has—frightened me. Oh, Janet, what is it that’s wrong—what is it that’s wrong? [Janet kneels humbly at Leslie’s feet.] Why do you kneel, Janet?
Janet Preece.
Because it’s my place in the world for evermore; because I’m of no more worth than the clod of earth you turn aside with your foot; because the time has been when I was one of the tempted and not one of the strong.