Geoffrey. [Hesitates a moment.] And Jinny?
Austin. Oh, she'll come round all right; she always does.
Geoffrey. And she doesn't suspect?
Austin. Not the slightest.
[A pause.
Geoffrey. Need she?
Austin. The worst? No, never!
Geoffrey. [He rises, with new encouragement.] You'll give me your word?
Austin. Yes. [Shakes his hand.] I know how much she loves you; I wouldn't have her know anything. It's made us some ugly scenes, but they soon pass, and when you are once out of your trouble for good, we'll have no excuse, I'm sure, for any more!
Geoffrey. Then I shall go to bed to-night with the respect still of at least two women who are dear to me, my mother and Jinny, even if I lose the respect and love of the one woman who is dearer! Only think, Jack, how I've got to stand up there—never mind about myself—and make her suffer tortures! Good-by. God give me courage to do the heart-breaking thing I must do.