Lady Maisie. You really thought that possible, too? She simply came with a message from my mother.
Und. (slightly disconcerted). Oh! If I had known it was merely that. However, I am sure I need not ask you to treat my—my communication in the strictest confidence, Lady Maisie.
Lady Maisie. Indeed, that is perfectly unnecessary, Mr. Blair.
Und. Yes, I felt from the first that I could trust you—even with my life. And I cannot regret having told you, if it has enabled you to understand me more thoroughly. It is such a relief that you know all, and that there are no more secrets between us. You do feel that I only acted as was natural and inevitable under the circumstances?
Lady Maisie. Oh, yes, yes. I—I daresay you could not help it. I mean you did quite, quite right!
Und. Ah, how you comfort me with your fresh girlish——You are not going, Lady Maisie?
Lady Maisie (rising). I must. I ought to have gone before. My mother wants me. No, you are not to come too; you can go on and gather those snowdrops, you know.
[She walks slowly back to the house.
Und. (looking after her). She took it wonderfully well. I've made it all right, or she wouldn't have said that about the snowdrops. Yes, she shall not be disappointed; she shall have her posy!
Scene XXXIV.—The Morning Room. Half an hour later.