Jinny. I don't care, she hadn't any business to go to you! I should think she'd have gone to a woman instead of a man for sympathy. She's got Mrs. Cullingham!
Austin. She can't go to her, poor girl. Mrs. Cullingham knows nothing about it.
Jinny. Now don't you get too sympathetic—that's very dangerous!
Austin. Look out, your imagination is peeping through the keyhole.
[A moment's pause.
Jinny. [In a sympathetic tone, the jealousy gone.] What is her trouble, Jack?
Austin. That, dear, I can't tell you now; some day, perhaps, if you want me to, but not now. Only I give you my word of honor, it has nothing to do with you and me—does not touch our life! And I want you to tell me you believe me, and trust me, and won't let yourself be jealous again!
Jinny. I do believe you, and I do trust you, and I will try not to be jealous again!
Austin. That's right.
Jinny. You know that book of De Maupassant's [They move away together.] I was reading in the train the other day,—about the young girl who killed herself with charcoal fumes when her lover deserted her?