Don’t! don’t! you torture me!
MARGERY.
Yes, Margery is hopeless. Every scrap of hope has gone out of her heart. I heard no more. It was enough. There was the end of all the world for me. [Gerald groans.] But it was well I heard you. I should have gone blundering along, in my old madcap way, and perhaps not found it out till I had spoilt your life. It’s well to know the truth; but, Gerald dear, why didn’t you tell it me instead of her? Why didn’t you tell me I was no companion? I would have gone away. But to pretend you loved me, when you didn’t—to let me go on thinking you were happy, when all the time you were regretting your mistake—not to tell me, and to tell someone else—oh, it was cruel, when I loved you so!
GERALD.
How could I tell you, Margery?
MARGERY.
How could you tell her? How could she listen to you? I forgive you, Gerald—I didn’t at first, but now I understand that there are times when one’s heart is so sore, it must cry out to somebody. But she——
GERALD.
It was my fault!
MARGERY.