Jinny. [Timidly, very softly.] You forgive me?
Austin. [With a long sigh.] Yes.
Jinny. [Bursting into tears and burying her face upon his knees.] Thank you—thank you—I know I don't deserve it—I don't deserve it—I don't deserve it!
Austin. [Softly.] Sh!—
[Jinny half turns and looks up at him.
Jinny. [Very, very quietly.] You forgive me—but still—yes, I see it in your face, you don't love me the same. You look so tired, dear.
Austin. [Also very quietly.] I am, Jinny.
Jinny. And—happy?
Austin. I'm not quite happy.
Jinny. I wish I could make you so—make you love me the old way. You used to smile a little when you looked at me—Jack, you don't any more. But I mean to make you to-night, if I can, and to make you love me as much as ever you did.