John. That'll do, Nogam. [Nogam goes out and there is a pause. John, on his way to the window, looks at Cynthia, who has slowly risen and turned her back to him.] Well, Cynthia?
[He speaks almost gravely and with finality.]
Cynthia. [Trembling.] Well?
John. It's the hour of decision; are you going to marry him? [Pause.] Speak up!
Cynthia. Jack,—I—I—
John. There he is—you can join him. [He points to the street.
Cynthia. Join Phillimore—and go home—with him—to his house, and Miss Heneage and—
John. The door's open. [He points to the door.
Cynthia. No, no! It's mean of you to suggest it!
John. You won't marry—