Jenny.
And even if she does marry that other man she'll love you still. There's no room for me between you. I can go away like a discharged servant.... Oh, God! oh, God! what have I done to deserve it?
Basil.
[Touched by her utter misery.] I'm very sorry to make you so unhappy.
Jenny.
Oh, don't pity me. D'you think I want your pity now?
Basil.
You had better come away, Jenny.
Jenny.
No. You've told me you don't want me any more. I shall go my own way.