Part 56 (2/2)

JEAN

I have begged you never to refer to him again.

REX

He has! He has held you in his arms. He has kissed your lips, your cheeks, your eyes!

JEAN

How many women have you held in your arms? Have I ever tried to find out?

REX

Ah! You don't deny it, you can't.

JEAN

I can! _He_ respects me. I don't deserve it, but he does.

REX

Thank heavens! Oh, you don't know how this has tormented me, little Jean. The thought of any other man's coming near you--why, I couldn't have felt the same toward you again, I just couldn't.

JEAN

[_bites her lips--then deliberately_]

Well, then ... other men have come near me ... other men have kissed me, Rex.

REX

[_getting wild again_]

What! When? Where?

JEAN

[_laughing cynically_]

Oh, in conservatories in town, John's camp in the North Woods, motor rides in the country--once or twice out here on this very terrace, when I've felt sentimental in the moonlight.

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