Leslie.
He ascertained that she left Florence before we hurried out of that dreadful city; but she has not returned to her home in the country, and so he prays that the whirlpool has drawn her to London again and that he may find her.
Hugh Murray.
Does he confide in you?
Leslie.
No, poor fellow—but I know, I know, I know. Oh, it’s horrible that he can’t forget her—horrible!
Hugh Murray.
Hush! you must try not to think.
Leslie.
I do try—I do try. How long have my brother and I been here? I can’t reckon.