Jean. I'm poor enough. But (locking her hands together) I'm not so innocent but what I know you must right that old wrong now, if you're ever to right it.
Stonor. You aren't insane enough to think I would turn round in these few hours and go back to something that ten years ago was ended for ever! Why, it's stark, staring madness!
Jean. No. (Catching on his arm.) What you did ten years ago—that was mad. This is paying a debt.
Stonor. Look here, Jean, you're dreadfully wrought up and excited—tired too——
Jean. No, not tired—though I've travelled so far to-day. I know you smile at sudden conversions. You think they're hysterical—worse—vulgar. But people must get their revelation how they can. And, Geoffrey, if I can't make you see this one of mine—I shall know your love could never mean strength to me. Only weakness. And I shall be afraid. So afraid I'll never dare to give you the chance of making me loathe myself. I shall never see you again.
Stonor. How right I was to be afraid of that vein of fanaticism in you. (Moves towards the door.)
Jean. Certainly you couldn't make a greater mistake than to go away now and think it any good ever to come back. (He turns.) Even if I came to feel different, I couldn't do anything different. I should know all this couldn't be forgotten. I should know that it would poison my life in the end. Yours too.
Stonor (with suppressed fury). She has made good use of her time! (With a sudden thought.) What has changed her? Has she been seeing visions too?
Jean. What do you mean?
Stonor. Why is she intriguing to get hold of a man that, ten years ago, she flatly refused to see, or hold any communication with?