“You don’t mean—” he began. “ ... Edna?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“But—after I’ve deceived her so?”
“The only question is—if you—care for her?”
“I do! I always have! Not as I did for—Andrée.... But she’s the finest and truest girl in the world.... I can’t tell how unutterably ashamed I’ve been of the way I’ve behaved toward her—”
“Repair it!”
“Don’t you see that I can’t!”
“She doesn’t know, does she?”
“No.... But she’s suspected that—there’s something wrong—”
“It’s not too late. If you really care for her, if you’re really sorry for what you’ve done—”