STRANGWAY. [His face quivering] Love!
MRS. BRADMERE. They told me——Yes, and I can see you're is a bad way. Come, pull yourself together! You can't defend what you're doing.
STRANGWAY. I do not try.
MRS. BRADMERE. I must get you to see! My father was a clergyman; I'm married to one; I've two sons in the Church. I know what I'm talking about. It's a priest's business to guide the people's lives.
STRANGWAY. [Very low] But not mine! No more!
MRS. BRADMERE. [Looking at him shrewdly] There's something very queer about you to-night. You ought to see doctor.
STRANGWAY. [A smile awning and going on his lips] If I am not better soon——
MRS. BRADMERE. I know it must be terrible to feel that everybody——
[A convulsive shiver passes over STRANGWAY, and he shrinks against the door]
But come! Live it down!