She. I told him not to do it. I knew I should blush if he kissed me: I always do.
He (in great agitation). You always do? Has this man ever—(breaking down.) Oh, Jenny! Jenny! you do not know what you are doing. I do not blame you—it is not your fault: it is mine. I did not know how much I loved you, and I find it out now, when it is perhaps too late.
She (aside). How I have longed for a few words of love like these! and they have come at last!
He. I have been too selfish; I have thought too much of my work and too little of your happiness. I see now what a mistake I have made.
She (aside). I cannot sit still here and see him waste his love in the air like this.
He. I shall turn over a new leaf. If you will let me I shall devote myself to you, taking care of you and making you happy.
She (aside). If he had only spoken like that before!
He. I will try to win you away from these associates: I am sure that in your heart you do not care for them. (Crossing to her.) You know that I love you: can I not hope to win you back to me?
She (aside). Once before he spoke to me of his love: I can remember every tone of his voice, every word he said.
He. Jenny, is my task hopeless?