Miss L. (nods). How the thought of that all-powerful personage used to terrorise me! What chance had a little unborn child against "the last of the great feudal lords," as you called him.
Stonor. You know the child would have stood between you and me!
Miss L. I know the child did stand between you and me!
Stonor (with vague uneasiness). It did stand——
Miss L. Happy mothers teach their children. Mine had to teach me.
Stonor. You talk as if——
Miss L.—teach me that a woman may do a thing for love's sake that shall kill love.
(A silence.)
Stonor (fearing and putting from him fuller comprehension, rises with an air of finality). You certainly made it plain you had no love left for me.