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[Clasping her hands.] You hate me. You think I am happy. If you only knew how wrong you are!

[Shakes her head.] I do not.

Happy! When I do not understand anything that he writes, when I cannot help him in any way, when I don't even understand half of what he says to me sometimes! You could and you can. [Excitedly.] But I am afraid for him, afraid for both of them. [She stands up suddenly and goes towards the davenport.] He must not go away like that. [She takes a writing pad from the drawer and writes a few lines in great haste.] No, it is impossible! Is he mad to do such a thing? [Turning to .] Is he still at home?

[Watching her in wonder.] Yes. Have you written to him to ask him to come here?

[Rises.] I have. I will send Brigid across with it. Brigid!

[Gazing after her, instinctively.] It is true, then!