Lona.
And you tell me this to my face!
Bernick.
Yes, I do. Hear me, Lona——
Lona.
And yet you wrote me that an irresistible passion for Betty had seized you, appealed to my magnanimity, conjured me for Betty’s sake to say nothing of what had passed between us——
Bernick.
I had to, I tell you.
Lona.
Now, by all that’s holy, I am not sorry I forgot myself as I did that day.