She stands looking at him a moment. The room is very still:
"I love this man. I am disloyal."
She crosses the room with a swift movement, and catches from the desk the paper Everet has written on. She holds it out:
"He has taken me from you. In return—we give you this."
She holds out the paper. Braine is staring at her stupidly, and does not take it. She drops it at his feet. She is very quiet in her manner and tone, but she is intense.
Everet is suffocating. Both men watch her in a kind of dream. She goes on swiftly:
"I have done what I could for you. A reasonable man would be quite satisfied; I presume you will be; but my usefulness, so far as you are concerned, is at an end. I have lived for you these last years—now I am going to live for myself. I am going away with this man. Have you anything to say?"
A pause, during which they hear every little sound in the house and in the streets.
Finally, Braine comes toward her. He stretches out his hands appealingly:
"Helen—"