Have mercy on me. Don't you see how weak I am? Oh, God help me!
Basil.
You don't love me?
Hilda.
[Vehemently.] You know I love you. But because of my great love I beseech you to do your duty.
Basil.
My duty is to be happy. Let us go where we can love one another—away from England, to a land where love isn't sinful and ugly.
Hilda.
Oh, Basil, let us try to walk straight. Think of your wife, who loves you also—as much as I do. You're all the world to her. You can't treat her so shamefully.
[She puts her handkerchief to her eyes, and Basil
gently takes away her hand.