Nor. No—what’s he to do with it?
Bea. (crosses to R.C.) Nothing, of course! No, nothing. Why should I tell you! (hand on chair L. of piano) Why should I publish my own humiliation? And yet, we are such old friends, how can I stand by, and see your whole life ruined? No! Lord Normantower, this marriage is impossible. (goes towards Lord Normantower)
Nor. (rises) I don’t see that at all.
Bea. You are in love, and blind! Has it never struck you? Why is Miss Derwent here?
Nor. Isn’t she Mildred’s governess?
Bea. Mildred requires no governess.
Nor. Well, her companion—yours.
Bea. Mine! My companion! Yes, you are right there. Yes, my companion—in my husband’s heart. (goes down to R.C.)
Nor. Surely, you cannot mean—(follows a step)