Haven’t you sufficient delicacy of feeling left to teach you that?
Miss Woodward.
[Warmly.] I don’t think I need lessons of delicacy of feeling from you. [Slight pause.] I’m sorry I said that, and it means a great deal for me to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry too about the photograph. I think it all might be forgotten.
Mrs. Parbury.
Forgotten!
Miss Woodward.
After all, I’m only a girl; and I’ve worked very hard for Mr. Parbury. I think you might be more lenient.
Mrs. Parbury.
[At fireplace.] I’m very sorry for you, Miss Woodward; but I owe a duty to myself and to my husband. You must go in the morning.
[She moves to return to garden.