In years to come, when I am only a mere speck in his life, you’ll tell him, won’t you?
Leslie.
Yes, yes.
Janet Preece.
[Irresolutely.] You’ll let me look at his face once more for the last time? [Leslie nods her head. Looking at Wilfrid.] Good-bye. [To Leslie.] He need never know.
[She slowly bends over Wilfrid and kisses him upon the forehead. As she draws back behind the chair Wilfrid opens his eyes and sees Leslie standing before him.]
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Leslie, dear, I was dreaming and you woke me with your kiss. [Janet steals out.] What’s that? [Hugh enters, carrying a basket of fruit.] Oh, it’s Murray.
Leslie.