Forgive me, forgive me.
Helen
It was all my fault.
Ernest
No, I was a brute. I'm not worthy of you.
Helen
[covering his lips with her hand]
Sssh—I can't stand it—I was perfectly horrid to you. And you were doing it all for my sake. [Laughing and crying.] You dear old thing—I knew it all the time.
[They seem about to embrace.
Judge