Dunstan Renshaw.
I—I—Ah, God! I’m guilty! I’m guilty! I’m guilty! Don’t ask me to tell you the story of my life—I can’t—I can’t. It’s one of sin—all sin. Till I met you—till I met you. Can you hear me?
[She nods her head twice, still with the wild dazed look in her face.]
Dunstan Renshaw.
Then everything altered. I love you—I love you! In all the world there is nothing for me but you—you make my day or my night by the opening or the closing of your eyes. There is nothing for me but you! I worship you!
[The man is heard again singing to the mandolin. Leslie shudders and tries to go.]
Dunstan Renshaw.
Don’t leave me! You won’t leave me! I can’t live away from you. Have mercy on me! Have mercy on me! Mercy! [He kneels to her.] I repent! Help me to begin a new life! I’m young; I won’t die till I’ve made amends. I won’t die till I’ve done some good act to make you proud of me! Oh, give me hope!
Leslie.
[As if in a dream.] Deny it!