And to think of all I have gone through for your sake—how I’ve forced myself to take your kisses and return them—how for months and months I fought and struggled to keep down the one great passion of my life. All for your sake—all because I thought you loved me! Oh, the bitter irony of it!
Michael.
What do you mean by this?
Lady Patricia.
But now the one obstacle to my love has been removed. I will go to him now—I will put my arms around him. He shall love me and I will love him.
Michael.
What are you saying, Patricia? Are you mad? Of whom are you speaking?
Lady Patricia.
Bill. Bill O’Farrel—Bill, whom I love and who loves me.
Michael.