[Vehemently.] Oh, Jimmie, Jimmie, sometimes I don't know which way to turn, I'm that unhappy. If the baby had only lived I might have kept my husband—I might have made him love me. [The sound is heard of a door being closed.] There's Basil.
James.
Good luck to 'im.
Jenny.
Oh, Jimmie, take care not to say anything to make him angry.
James.
I'd just like to give 'im a piece of my mind.
Jenny.
Oh, Jimmie, don't. It was my fault that we quarrelled this morning. I wanted to make him angry, and I nagged at him. Don't let him see that I've said anything to you. I'll see—I'll see if I can't send you a pound to-morrow, Jimmie.
James.