Lady John. Well, but—— Oh! it was just the unexpected sight of him bringing it back—— That was what fired you this afternoon! (With an honest attempt at sympathetic understanding.) Of course. The memory of a thing like that can never die—can never even be dimmed—for the woman.
Miss L. I mean her to think so.
Lady John (bewildered). Jean!
(Miss Levering nods.)
Lady John. And it isn't so?
Miss L. You don't seriously believe a woman with anything else to think about, comes to the end of ten years still absorbed in a memory of that sort?
Lady John (astonished). You've got over it, then!
Miss L. If the newspapers didn't remind me I shouldn't remember once a twelvemonth that there was ever such a person as Geoffrey Stonor in the world.
Lady John (with unconscious rapture). Oh, I'm so glad!