Helen, do you know?
Helen
Never mind about me—you!
Jean
Oh, we'll get over it, I suppose.... People do! Some day, perhaps, he'll smile and say: "Just think, I once loved that fat old thing!" [Suddenly changes to sobbing.] Helen! when Rex caught me and kissed me I shut my eyes and tried to think it was Bob.
Helen
[takes Jean in her arms]
You can't keep on thinking so, dear.
Jean
But that isn't the worst! When he held me fast and I couldn't get away, I began ... to forget Bob ... to forget everything ... [Breaks off, overcome with shame.] But not now, not now! It's not the same thing at all. [Buries face in Helen's breast and sobs it out.] Oh, I feel like the devil, dear.... And all this time he doesn't really want me—he wants you, you! I trapped him into it; I trapped him!