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[Almost harshly.] No. I did not taste it. [He goes away from her and stands in the garden doorway. lies for some time motionless, with closed eyes.

[Suddenly springing up.] But let me tell you one thing, Alfred.

[Turning in the doorway.] Well?

You ought not to feel quite so secure as you do!

Not secure?

No, you ought not to be so indifferent! Not so certain of your property in me!

[Drawing nearer.] What do you mean by that?

[With trembling lips.] Never in a single thought have I been untrue to you, Alfred! Never for an instant.

No, Rita, I know that—I, who know you so well.