Norah.
I was a stranger and homeless. If you’d had any kindness you wouldn’t have treated me so. I wanted to be fond of you.
Gertie.
You despised me before you ever saw me.
[Norah covers her eyes for a moment with both hands, and then forces herself to make another appeal.]
Norah.
Oh, Gertie, can’t we be friends? Can’t we let bygones be bygones and start afresh? We’re both fond of Eddie. He’s your husband and you love him, and he’s the only relation I have in the world. Won’t you let me be a real sister to you?
Gertie.
It’s rather late to say all that now.