But you said she loved you.
[He shrugs his shoulders without answering.
Jenny goes up to him imploringly.
Jenny.
Oh, Basil, if it's true, give me another chance. She doesn't love you as I love you. I've been selfish and quarrelsome and exacting, but I've always loved you. Oh, don't leave me, Basil. Let me try once more if I can't make you care for me.
Basil.
[Looking down, hoarsely.] I'm very sorry. It's too late.
Jenny.
[Despairingly.] Oh, God, what shall I do? And even though she's going to marry somebody else, you care for her better than any one else in the world?
Basil.
[In a whisper.] Yes.