Yes.
Hugh Murray.
I never meant you to know; I meant to carry it with me silently and patiently. The sorrow is mine—mine only.
Leslie.
I—I can say nothing—nothing. Good-night. We will not meet to-morrow—I shall be gone early.
Hugh Murray.
Good-night.
Leslie.
I shall never cease to pray for your good fortune. God bless you, Mr. Murray!
[Leslie gives Hugh her hand, then she and Wilfrid go out together. There is a knock at the door. A servant brings Hugh a card.]