“Great God, Irene, is it you?”
“Yes, may I come home again?”
“Home! Irene, do you call this home? Your home should be with the husband of your choice—the man you love.”
“Oh, Scott, don’t be cruel. I have come back to ask your forgiveness.”
“My forgiveness?” Scott repeated bitterly.
“Yes, I have found how noble, and how much better than other men you are.”
“I am very sorry,” he said, with a hard, cold expression, “that you have found the goodness of my character when it is too late to answer your purpose.”
“Scott! Don’t you know me?”