The falsehood!
Leslie.
You’re trying to heal my sorrow with a fable. It’s useless; I have heard the truth from my husband’s lips.
Janet Preece.
Ah, then, in pity for me, take him back! Don’t let me go to my grave knowing that I’ve ruined your life for you. Try to blame me more! Try to blame me more!
[Wilfrid stirs in his sleep.]
Leslie.
Hush!
Janet Preece.
We’re not alone!