MR. RICHARDS: "I don't."

MISS GALBRAITH, becoming more and more uneasy as the noise of the
approaching train grows louder: "I think you have been very quick
with me at times, quite as quick as I could have been with you last
night." The noise is more distinctly heard. "I'm sure that if I
could once see it as you do, no one would be more willing to do
anything in their power to atone for their rashness. Of course I
know that everything is over."

MR. RICHARDS: "As to that, I have your word; and, in view of the
fact, perhaps this analysis of motive, of character, however
interesting on general grounds, is a little" -

MISS GALBRAITH, with sudden violence: "Say it, and take your
revenge! I have put myself at your feet, and you do right to trample
on me! Oh, this is what women may expect when they trust to men's
generosity! Well, it IS over now, and I'm thankful, thankful!
Cruel, suspicious, vindictive, you're all alike, and I'm glad that
I'm no longer subject to your heartless caprices. And I don't care
what happens after this, I shall always--Oh! You're sure it's from
the front, Allen? Are you sure the rear signal is out?"

MR. RICHARDS, relenting: "Yes, but if it will ease your mind, I'll
go and look again." He rises, and starts towards the rear door.

MISS GALBRAITH, quickly: "Oh, no! Don't go! I can't bear to be
left alone!" The sound of the approaching train continually
increases in volume. "Oh, isn't it coming very, very, VERY fast?"