I don't know any longer what's right and what's wrong. It all seems confused. It's very hard.
Hilda.
[Hoarsely.] It's just as hard for me, Basil.
Basil.
[Broken-hearted.] Good-bye, then. I dare say you're right. And perhaps I should only make you very unhappy.
Hilda.
Good-bye, my dearest.
[He bends down and kisses her hands. She
stifles a sob. He goes slowly to the door,
with his back turned to her; and then
Hilda, unable to endure it, gives a groan.
Hilda.
Basil. Don't go.