MRS. BRIGGS
I did my duty, and I tried to do it cheerfully; but the scar was always there, Henry.
INGOLDSBY (harshly)
I don’t believe it!
MRS. BRIGGS (plaintively)
It was, Henry. (She sinks into the chair Jessie has occupied.)
INGOLDSBY (swallowing)
What?
MRS. BRIGGS (feebly)
It was, Henry—the scar was always there. (Her head droops.)