Miss L. You are horribly afraid she is! But you are wrong. Don't think it's merely I that have got hold of Jean Dunbarton.
Stonor (angrily). Who else?
Miss L. The New Spirit that's abroad.
(Stonor turns away with an exclamation and begins to pace, sentinel-like, up and down before Jean's door.)
Miss L. How else should that inexperienced girl have felt the new loyalty and responded as she did?
Stonor (under his breath). "New" indeed—however little loyal.
Miss L. Loyal above all. But no newer than electricity was when it first lit up the world. It had been there since the world began—waiting to do away with the dark. So has the thing you're fighting.
Stonor (his voice held down to its lowest register). The thing I'm fighting is nothing more than one person's hold on a highly sensitive imagination. I consented to this interview with the hope—— (A gesture of impotence.) It only remains for me to show her your true motive is revenge.
Miss L. Once say that to her and you are lost!