Lady Patricia.
You, too! Ah, I see it all now—I see it all. She said I must confess to you—that aunt—she said the result would astonish me. And now—now she’s hugging herself with vindictive joy at having humiliated me to the dust. But she has not finished with me yet. No! I can still strike back—and strike I will! You have no love for me. Very well. I know where to go for love.
Michael.
What do you mean?
Lady Patricia.
Bill loves me—he loves me—he worships me. I shall go to him—I shall hold him to me—I shall love him.
Michael.
I forbid it.
Lady Patricia.