Margaret. Nothing has changed.
Rector. Changed?
Miss Fairfield. My nephew has recovered—returned. He’s in the house now.
Rector. Providence! It’s providence! [With enthusiasm] I never knew anything like providence. Changed indeed, Miss Fairfield! My objection goes. Dear little Sydney! Ah, Mrs. Fairfield, in a year you and your husband will look back on this—episode as on a dream—a bad dream—
Margaret. [Stonily] I have no husband.
Rector. Ah! the re-marriage—a mere formality—
Miss Fairfield. Simpler still—the decree can be rescinded.
Margaret. [Stunned] Aunt Hester, knowing his history, knowing mine, is it possible that you expect me to go back to him?
Miss Fairfield. He’s come back to you.
Rector. A wife’s duty—