Alma. I’ve no wish to find him!
Sir H. But if it turned out there was some mistake—that he misunderstood you?
Alma. There can be no mistake. No! I have done with him for ever. I could never forgive him.
Sir H. Then you don’t love him?
Alma. Yes, I do. That’s why. (rises) And now you know my history, forgive me and let me go.
Sir H. (rises) You mustn’t go, Mrs. Blake. I can, perhaps, be of service to you. As for forgiveness, I have nothing to forgive. It isn’t women’s fault men fall in love with them; and men must bear their fate.
Re-enter Ned, L.
Ned. (crosses to Alma) I can’t make out what’s the matter with Lucy, but she won’t come down. She’s upset about something.
Alma. Shall I go up to her? (crosses to L.)