[Creeps up to door, listens, opens it, looks out, closes it again.
Renie. What was it?
Dolly. Hush! Voices! I thought it might be Lucas and the Professor quarrelling.
Renie. I really don't think my husband suspects——
Dolly. No, I daresay it's only my imagination.
Renie. And if he did—Dolly, is there one man living, except my husband, who would condemn me for being the object of a noble, single-hearted devotion like Captain Wentworth's?
Dolly. No, dear, perhaps not. But, you see, as husbands they take quite a different view of things from what they do merely as men.
Renie. Tell me candidly, Dolly, you see nothing wrong in it, do you?
Dolly. Well, dear, when you say wrong——
Renie. But I assure you there isn't—nothing could be further from my thoughts.