Ay.
Leslie.
I heard that. Indeed Mr. Renshaw is not lucky at all.
Hugh Murray.
I think so. Why not?
Leslie.
Because I am not worthy of him. You’re his friend, Mr. Murray, and you know how generous and true he is. I can tell you, my London Mother, that every night and morning since I have been engaged, I have prayed nothing but this, over and over again—“Make me good enough—good enough for Dunstan Renshaw!” [Hugh moves away.] [Looking at herself in the mirror.] I wish now I had added “make me a little prettier.”
[Ephgraves appears at the door.]
Ephgraves.