Hugh Murray.
I can’t tell you. I—I may not tell you.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Ah! I appeal to you. Exact any promise from me—be as hard on me as you please—only tell me, tell me! [Hugh is silent.] Ah, you don’t know what you’re doing. I am mad. Night and day I see nothing but her face as it looked on me when she sent me from her; night and day I hear nothing but that one word “Go,” the last she spoke to me. The word won’t let me sleep; it beats so on my brain. Another word, a simple message, from her might drive it out. Only tell me where she is! My wife, Murray—my wife!
Hugh Murray.
I would tell you of my own will. But I can’t break faith with her.
Dunstan Renshaw.
She has not softened towards me then a little—a little, Murray?
Hugh Murray.
Man, you must have patience.