Basil.
I wonder if she forgives me?
John.
I wouldn't worry myself too much if I were you, Basil, old man.
Basil.
If you only knew how I despise myself!
John.
Come, come, Basil, you must make an effort....
Basil.
I've not told you the worst. I feel such a cad. There's one thought that's been with me all night. And I can't drive it away. It's worse than anything else. It's too shameful.