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I told the cabman. I didn't like to ask my way. [Looking about her curiously.] Was he not waiting? Has he gone away?

[Points towards the garden.] He is waiting. Out here. He was waiting when I came.

[Selfpossessed again.] You see, you came after all.

Did you think I would not?

I knew you could not remain away. You see, after all you are like all other men. You had to come. You are jealous like the others.

You seem annoyed to find me here.

What happened between you?

I told him I knew everything, that I had known for a long time. He asked how. I said from you.

Does he hate me?

I cannot read in his heart.

[Sits down helplessly.] Yes. He hates me. He believes I made a fool of him—betrayed him. I knew he would.