Clare.
We tried awfully hard to hold out for—for the sake of others ... but——
(She goes impulsively up to Michael, puts her hand on his arm and speaks in a low voice.)
I’m awfully sorry, Mike. I’m a beast, I know. But I can’t help it....
Michael.
(Rigid and staring before him.) How long have you loved him?
Clare.
Oh ... ages ... I ought to have told you, but——
Michael.
I don’t wish to hear another word.