These are light words, methinks, to follow upon melancholy gravity so suddenly.
VIOLET.
If my words displease you, Dungarren, there is more cause for sorrow than surprise, and the sooner I cease to offend the better.
DUNGARREN.
Violet Murrey of Torewood!!!
VIOLET.
Robert Kennedy of Dungarren!!!
DUNGARREN.
What am I to think?
VIOLET.
Thoughts are free: take your range. Thinking is better than speaking for both of us; and so, if you please, we shall wish each other good morning. (Turning from him with a hurried step towards the house.)
DUNGARREN (following her).
We must not so part, my Violet. Had any woman but thyself used me thus,—but what of that! I love thee and must bear with thee.
VIOLET.
No, Robert Kennedy; thou lovest me not: for there is suspicion harboured in thy mind which love would have spurned away.
