Agnes. Dreaming of "the tender flower that gladdened the hearts of the rough miners," or of "the visionary woman"?
Tom. Whom I see when I look at you. And you hate me.
Agnes. No! I admire you.
Tom (rising). Miss Fairlee!
Agnes (rising). You have saved my brother from a horrible death. You have offered him the means of escape.
Tom. He will escape: my horse is swift.
Agnes. No! He is innocent of crime, so will not make the attempt. He is probably now in the hands of the detective.
Tom. But he went with Moselle.
Agnes. Yes, to free the detective.
Tom. Well, I've blundered again. And you are his sister. I never dreamed of that. Ah, if I had a sister!