Stonor. Where are you going? (Raising his voice.) Why should I remind anybody of what I want only to forget?
Jean (finger on lip). Sh!
Stonor (with eyes on the door). You don't mean that she's——
Jean. Yes. I left her to get a little rest.
(He recoils in an access of uncontrollable rage. She follows him. Speechless, he goes down R. to get his hat.)
Geoffrey, don't go before you hear me. I don't know if what I think matters to you now—but I hope it does. (With tears.) You can still make me think of you without shrinking—if you will.
Stonor (fixes her a moment with his eyes. Then sternly). What is it you are asking of me?
Jean. To make amends, Geoffrey.
Stonor (with an outburst). You poor little innocent!