Look at me and kiss me.
[Her sobs are heard distinctly. Blackmore lays his hand on her cheek, caressing her always with his hand.
BLACKMORE
My God, but I hate him! I wish either he was dead or me. (Mrs. Holroyd hides against him; her sobs cease; after a while he continues in the same murmuring fashion) It can't go on like it any more. I feel as if I should come in two. I can't keep away from you. I simply can't. Come with me. Come with me and leave him. If you knew what a hell it is for me to have you here—and to see him. I can't go without you, I can't. It's been hell every moment for six months now. You say I don't love you. Perhaps I don't, for all I know about it. But oh, my God, don't keep me like it any longer. Why should he have you—and I've never had anything.
MRS. HOLROYD
Have you never loved anybody?
BLACKMORE
No—I've tried. Kiss me of your own wish—will you?
MRS. HOLROYD