Janet Preece.
No—no, no—no!
Hugh Murray.
[Scribbling again.] Now, making the “D. R.” in this way—[thoughtfully] D. R.
Janet Preece.
I’m not mistaken, for when I charged him with deceiving me he told me a falsehood with his lips and the truth with his eyes. And that night he broke with me.
Hugh Murray.
[To himself, looking at his watch.] It is her name now. Why do I let everything remind me of it? D. R. [To Janet.] Have you any letter from this man?
Janet Preece.