NELLY MORRIS.
Yes, he's very much better. He seems more cheerful.
JACK MEDBURY.
Ah, yes, things are looking a bit brighter for him, I hope. Change of luck's better even than change of air for putting new life into a man, I should think.
NELLY MORRIS.
How—how are you getting on?
JACK MEDBURY.
Me? Oh, much the same as usual. I suppose I ought to be a little luckier now, if there's any truth in the old adage.
NELLY MORRIS.
(Still not looking at him—after a pause.) Jack, can you forgive me?