MRS. FULLARTON. Oh! Clare! Save yourself—and all of us!
CLARE. [Very still] You see, I love him.
MRS. FULLARTON. You used to say you'd never love; did not want it— would never want it.
CLARE. Did I? How funny!
MRS. FULLARTON. Oh! my dear! Don't look like that, or you'll make me cry.
CLARE. One doesn't always know the future, does one? [Desperately] I love him! I love him!
MRS. FULLARTON. [Suddenly] If you love him, what will it be like for you, knowing you've ruined him?
CLARE. Go away! Go away!
MRS. FULLARTON. Love!—you said!
CLARE. [Quivering at that stab-suddenly] I must—I will keep him. He's all I've got.