LEVER. What on earth made him rush at the thing like that? I don't understand that kind of man.
MRS. GWYN. [Impulsively.] I must tell him, Maurice; I can't let him take the shares without——
[She puts her hand on his arm.]
[Joy turns, as if to go back whence she came, but stops once
more.]
LEVER. [Slowly and very quietly.] I did n't think you'd give me away, Molly.
MRS. GWYN. I don't think I quite understand.
LEVER. If you tell the Colonel about this sale the poor old chap will think me a man that you ought to have nothing to do with. Do you want that?
[MRS. GWYN, giving her lover a long look, touches his sleeve.
JOY, slipping behind the hollow tree, has gone.]
You can't act in a case like this as if you 'd only a principle to consider. It 's the—the special circumstances.
MRS. GWYN. [With a faint smile.] But you'll be glad to get the money won't you?