[Seats himself.
Vapid. [Leaning over his Chair.] Miss Courtney will never see you again.
Nev. I know it—too well I know it—that, and that alone, makes me determined to leave this country for ever.
Vapid. You are unhappy then?
Nev. Completely so.
Vapid. Then stop.—[Sits by him.] She was an angel, Harry.
Nev. Ay, a divinity!
Vapid. And then to lose her!
Nev. [Rising.] 'Sdeath!—don't torment me!—my griefs are already beyond bearing.
Vapid. It will do—he's as unhappy as I could wish.