LADY PATRICIA. What do you mean? (_MICHAEL enters from the house._) DEAN. Ah, good morning, Cosway. MICHAEL. (_Standing still at the back and looking at LADY PATRICIA with startled eyes; whispers._) Patricia!... Have you told her? DEAN. Hsh! (_Without greeting MRS. O’FARREL he goes to PATRICIA, who stares straight before her._) MICHAEL. Patricia, dearest.... I—I didn’t expect to find you here. LADY PATRICIA. Nor—I—you.... DEAN. Lady Patricia wants to speak to you privately. We—er—will leave you together. MICHAEL. (_In a whisper._) Privately? MRS. O’FARREL. Good morning, Michael. MICHAEL. Er—good morning. MRS. O’FARREL. Delightful weather! MICHAEL. Yes—er—ver—very nice. MRS. O’FARREL. Come along, Dean. (_Takes his arm and leads him to the house._) DEAN. (_As they go in._) Poor woman! MRS. O’FARREL. Fiddlesticks! (_They go into the house._) MICHAEL. You—you look so white and strange, dearest. Are you ill ... Patricia? LADY PATRICIA. I am thirsty.... My throat is parched.... Please give me some milk.... MICHAEL. Milk?... Yes, dear. (_Moves towards the house._) I’ll be back in a moment. LADY PATRICIA. No—no. It is on the table. MICHAEL. The milk?... Oh, yes. I see. (_Pours her out inadvertently some of the hot milk for the coffee, and kneeling at her side, offers it to her._) LADY PATRICIA. (_Taking milk._) Don’t kneel to me—don’t kneel to me! (_She takes a sip of milk and hands it back to him with a wry face._) It is boiled.... (_He places it back on the table._) MICHAEL. (_Returning to her._) Patricia! LADY PATRICIA. No—no—no—no! Don’t look at me—don’t touch me—stand up—stand away from me.... MICHAEL. Patricia! LADY PATRICIA. Do as I say. MICHAEL. (_Getting to his feet with a terrified face._) They—they have told you—they—— LADY PATRICIA. Hush!... don’t speak. Give me time.... I—I am a broken woman. MICHAEL. No, no, no! I will cherish you—I will worship you—I will serve you on my knees—— LADY PATRICIA. (_Genuinely puzzled._) Michael! MICHAEL. All the rest of my life—every hour—every moment—will be given to making up for my sin. LADY PATRICIA. (_Amazed._) _Your_ sin? MICHAEL. My crime then. LADY PATRICIA. _Your_——! MICHAEL.