Mrs. Denham.
I can bear my burden alone, Miss Macfarlane. (Crosses c.)
Miss Macfarlane.
Of course you can, my dear. But there's no harm in a little honest sympathy.
Mrs. Denham.
(sobbing and embracing her) Oh, I beg your pardon! But I am so miserable, so miserable!
Miss Macfarlane.
There, there—that's right. (Leads Mrs. Denham to sofa.) And now you can tell me or not, just as you like.
Mrs. Denham.
What is there to tell? It is all over—that is all. (She sits down, weeping.)