JACK MEDBURY.
There's nothing to forgive, Nelly.
NELLY MORRIS.
Yes there is, Jack—a lot. I've used you very badly. Any other man would hate me and despise me. But—but I don't want you to, Jack. (Leans over over her book. A pause.)
JACK MEDBURY.
There's not much fear of that, Nelly. I can never tell you—I had better not try to, perhaps—what I feel—what I shall always feel towards you. It isn't hate, Nelly. We shall be drifting farther and farther apart, out of sight of one another. Think of me—when you do think of me—as kindly as I shall ever think of you. It will be a help to me to know that you are doing so.
(Nelly has risen, and they stand facing each other. Yielding to a sudden impulse, she raises her face to his and their lips meet. Then with a low cry she pushes him from her, and goes out.)
(Enter Ted and Cherry.)
TED MORRIS.
Hulloa, Jack, old man, anything up?