BLACKMORE (softly)
You can't stay with him, you know.
MRS. HOLROYD
And the children?
BLACKMORE
We'll take them.
MRS. HOLROYD
Oh!
[Her face puckers to cry. Suddenly he starts up and puts his arms round her, holding her protectively and gently, very caressingly. She clings to him. They are silent for some moments.
BLACKMORE (struggling, in an altered voice)