MRS. HOLROYD
Yes—
BLACKMORE
Well, then. Now, come and have done with it. We can't keep on being ripped in two like this. We need never hear of him any more.
MRS. HOLROYD
Yes—I love you. I do love you—
BLACKMORE
Oh, my God! (He speaks with difficulty—embracing her)
MRS. HOLROYD
When I look at him, and then at you—ha—(she gives a short laugh)