I thought—I thought it would be wiser not to.
Parbury.
What have I ever done to earn so low an estimate of my character from you—that I am not to be trusted with the knowledge that a foolish girl had kissed my photograph.
Mrs. Parbury.
Nothing, dear; nothing. But I was jealous—furious. I am sorry. [She is half-turned from him. He smiles very kindly, and half makes a step forward as if to take her in his arms, then restrains himself.] [Drooping.] You are very, very angry with me?
Parbury.
I am very, very pained.
Mrs. Parbury.
Can’t you forgive?