ven't!
IMOGEN.
Then I will do so. Remain here. I will return in a moment. Don't stir!
[She runs out.]
VALENTINE WHITE.
Shall I run away? Ah, if she only knew how ardently I wish that she had
changed still more--how I wish that she had grown quite unlovable or I
had forgotten how to love her! It's hopeless; I _will_ run away.
[He opens the door and the DOWAGER peeps in.]
DOWAGER.
May I come in?
VALENTINE WHITE.
Eh? Oh, certainly.
[The DOWAGER enters.]
DOWAGER.
[To herself.] What has become of them? [To VALENTINE.] Pardon me, have
you seen my niece, Imogen?
VALENTINE WHITE.
She has just left this room.
DOWAGER.
With Sir Colin Macphail?
VALENTINE WHITE.
Oh, no.
[A cab whistle is heard. VALENTINE looks out of the window.]
DOWAGER.
[To herself.] Where is he? I shan't sleep till I know it is settled.
VALENTINE WHITE.
Here's Sir Colin--hailing a cab.
DOWAGER.
Ah! Something must have happened! [She goes hastily towards the door;
VALENTINE is in her way.] Let me pass, please! I have a motive!
[She goes out as IMOGEN enters by another door carrying a large
old-fashioned box.]
IMOGEN.
Valentine.
VALENTINE WHITE.
Why, what have you there?
Imogen.
A modern young lady's jewel casket. Open it, please. [Kneeling, he opens
the box.]
VALENTINE WHITE.
[Looking into the box.] Imogen! The tea-things! I recognize them!
IMOGEN.
You see, I've never parted with my playthings, Val.
VALENTINE WHITE.
[Dragging out a large, faded, once gaudy doll.] And here's Rosa! I
helped to cut out Rosa's mantle. Battered old Rosa!
IMOGEN.
[Taking the doll from him.] Don't! Old she may be, but her sex should
protect her from insult.
VALENTINE WHITE.
And here are my marbles! and the top! Ah, ah! the skipping-rope!
Imogen--perhaps--I--I've done you an injustice.
IMOGEN.
Do you think so?
VALENTINE WHITE.
I feared fashion had put your bright little nature into tight
corsets--but--I see--I see----
IMOGEN.
[Replacing the toys in the box.] You see, Val.
VALENTINE WHITE.
I see you have some affection for the time when you were not Miss
Twombley, but only--little Jenny.
IMOGEN.
Ah!
VALENTINE WHITE.
Not that these old dumb things prove much.
IMOGEN.
Oh, Val!
VALENTINE WHITE.
They prove their own existence--not the existence of little Jenny.
IMOGEN.
[Crying.] How unjust you are!
VALENTINE WHITE.
Perhaps. But your w
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