Bill.
But I didn’t know you wanted me to! You’re worthy of anything! You know that!
Lady Patricia.
Dear, dear boy! But am I? I wonder! Heaven only knows how desperately I tried to love him, and when I found it impossible, how I never faltered in pretending a love equal to his. And I knew that it would kill him should he learn the truth. But if the part I played was difficult before you came, after you came, and I knew what love was, it was almost beyond my power. And yet I drew strength somehow, not only to resist temptation and keep our love pure, but never by word, deed, or expression to let Michael suspect for one moment that his devotion was not returned. Yes! I think a woman who has done all this cannot be altogether unworthy.
Bill.
You’re—you’re a saint—you’re an angel!
Lady Patricia.
Am I? I wonder!
Bill.
You really are!