Janet Preece.
It is—the truth.
[Janet sinks back upon the sofa burying her face in the pillows.]
Irene.
Oh, Leslie!
Mrs. Stonehay.
A girl of that character lives upon her lying romances, and the woman who harbours such a creature becomes a partner and not a protector. [To Irene.] Come—do you hear me!
Irene.
No, no! Leslie!