Leslie.
[Turning away.] Oh, Janet, Janet.
Janet Preece.
When I found that your brother loved me I wanted to run away without the dreadful shame of confessing the truth to you. But I’m a little happier for having told you, and I’ll go out of your house now quickly and quietly, and you’ll never see me nor hear of me again. [Kissing the edge of Leslie’s dress.] Good-bye—my dear. Good-bye, oh my dear, my dear. [She rises, and is about to go.]
Leslie.
No, no! Stop! What you have told me seems to have stunned me. I—I can’t realize it yet.
Janet Preece.
Don’t try to—it’s better you should never realize it.
Leslie.