It is for you to say. We have gone too far together for either of us to turn back alone. I have not only made my own hearth desolate, but yours. I owe you all the reparation I can make. I only want you to know the truth. What is left of my life you may command, but my heart is not mine to bestow.
MRS. SYLVESTER [turns up, to hide her emotion, and tries to go into the room, L., but half-way she falters and puts out her hand].
Gerald!
[He goes to her and offers her his arm. Exeunt Gerald and Mrs. Sylvester, L. Other Guests cross the stage. Enter Margery, C. Finding herself opposite Lady Wargrave’s chair, takes a long look at it, then moves the cushion, and gradually gets into her old position behind it. Music heard off, softly, during this passage.
MARGERY.
Yes, this is how it ought to be. It looks a different world altogether—the real world—the world, when Gerald loved me!
[Comes down and sits, in a reverie.
Re-enter Sylvester, R.
SYLVESTER.
Alone, Mrs. Cazenove? It isn’t often that I find you alone. I’ve seen nothing of you lately. You’ve always been out when I’ve called.