Lucy.
Oh, you're of iron. Alec, Alec, I couldn't let you go without seeing you once more. Even you would be satisfied if you knew what bitter anguish I've suffered. Even you would pity me. I don't want you to think too badly of me.
Alec.
Does it much matter what I think? We shall be so many thousand miles apart.
Lucy.
I suppose that you utterly despise me.
Alec.
No. I loved you far too much ever to do that. Believe me, I only wish you well. Now that the bitterness is past, I see that you did the only possible thing. I hope that you'll be very happy.
Lucy.
Oh, Alec, don't be utterly pitiless. Don't leave me without a single word of kindness.