You said your life was wrecked, though you bore it dutifully and—and cheerfully. Mine—my life—it was withered!
MRS. BRIGGS (murmuring)
Oh—Henry!
INGOLDSBY
But, after all, our lives aren’t over.
MRS. BRIGGS (shaking her down-bent head and protesting in a weak voice)
Oh, no, no! Don’t begin to talk that way.
INGOLDSBY
Fannie, I never got over it. As time went on, I took up my work and tried to do my part in the world, but—but I never got over it, Fannie. I’m not over it now.
MRS. BRIGGS (turning to him mournfully)