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252 [Trying to mock his own emotion back—with savage bitterness]

I’m selfish, you see! I don’t want my son to be too happy at my expense, even on his birthday!

[Tormented by love and pity and remorse]

Ned! For God’s sake! How can you torture us like that! Oh, it’s too dreadful—what I have done to you! Forgive me, Ned!

[His expression changing to one of pity for her—goes to her and puts his hand on her head—tenderly]

I’m sorry.

[With remorseful tenderness]

Dreadful, what you’ve done, Nina? Why, you’ve given me the only happiness I’ve ever known! And no matter what I may say or do in bitterness, I’m proud—and grateful, Nina!

[Looks up at him with deep tenderness and admiration]

Dearest, it’s wonderful of you to say that!

[She gets up and puts her hands on his shoulders and looks into his eyes—tenderly in a sort of pleading]

Can’t we be brave enough—for you to go away—now, on this note—sure of our love—with no ugly bitterness for once?

[Joyfully]

Yes! I’ll go—this minute if you wish!