Dunstan Renshaw.
Patience!
Hugh Murray.
You must wait.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Wait! It is a hundred years since I lost her—a hundred years, and she has not softened towards me just a little.
[He sits gazing vacantly upon the ground.]
Hugh Murray.
[To himself.] Surely she would pity him if she saw him now, and if I can reconcile them it is my duty. I’ll do my best; it will be my consolation to have done my best. [To Dunstan.] Where are you going when you leave me to-night?
Dunstan Renshaw.