A few minutes ago you and I were like simple girls; now we have suddenly become sad grown women. Will—my poor Will! What shall I do?
Janet Preece.
Nothing but let me go.
Leslie.
Let you go! You have come into my life now, and your weakness and loneliness make it my task to protect you. Put on your hat—quickly. [Janet hesitates.] Quickly! Throw that shawl over your shoulders. [Janet obediently puts on the hat and shawl. Leslie begins writing hurriedly at the table.] You mustn’t re-enter this house; you and my brother must never meet again. My poor brother! I am going to send you to a friend who will gladly render me a service. This afternoon I will come to you. “The Villa Lotta, Viale dei Colli.” Are you ready?
Janet Preece.
Yes.
Leslie.
Present this—and here, here is some money. Come, we will go through the garden.