Dunstan Renshaw.
I’m guilty—you know it! Have mercy! Give me a faint hope! A year hence you’ll pardon me? Two years—ten? A little hope—only a little hope!
Leslie.
Deny it.
Dunstan Renshaw.
I can’t deny it!
Leslie.
Go!
[After a moment he goes quietly away, then she falls to the ground in a swoon. The voice of the singer rises in the distance.]
END OF THE THIRD ACT.