Part 57 (2/2)

No, it is his.

GERALD.

His?

MARGERY.

I may tell you now. He left his wife, not through your fault or hers, but to make love to me.

GERALD.

He has been here?

MARGERY.

But he has gone.

GERALD.

Where?

MARGERY.

To his wife. I sent him back to her.

GERALD.

Then, I am free!

MARGERY.

Yes, Gerald.

GERALD.

Free to say how I love you--how I have always loved you! Yes, Margery, I loved you even then--then when I spoke those unjust, cruel words; but love's so weird a thing it sometimes turns us against those we love. But when I saw you, there upon the ground, my heart turned back to you--no, it was not my heart, only my lips that were unfaithful! My heart was always yours--not half of it, but all--yours when I married you, yours when you said good-bye, and never more yours, never as much as now, now I have lost you.

MARGERY.

You have not lost me, if you love me that much!

[_Throwing her arms round him._

GERALD.

Margery!

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