A WOMAN OF
ACT IV.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
I do not understand you.
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
Look into the garden. [LORD ILLINGWORTH rises and goes towards window.] You had better not let them see you: you bring unpleasant memories. [LORD ILLINGWORTH looks out and starts.] She loves him. They love each other. We are safe from you, and we are going away.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
Where?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
We will not tell you, and if you find us we will not know you. You seem surprised. What welcome would you get from the girl whose lips you tried to soil, from the boy whose life you have shamed, from the mother whose dishonour comes from you.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
You have grown hard, Rachel.
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