Lucas. Much better. Nearly well.
Renie. I'm so glad——
Lucas. I'm not. I shall have to cut it back to India directly. Why didn't you answer my last letter?
Renie. I did—and tore it up.
Lucas. Tore it up?
Renie. What's the use? I told you last year we could never be anything to each other!
Lucas. But you didn't mean it?
[He seizes her hand and kisses it several times.
Renie. [Feebly attempting to withdraw it.] Yes—yes, I did. Hush!
Lucas. I want you to read this. [Shows her the letter.