BASIL. Jenny, I can't help it if I don't love you. I can't help it if I--if I love some one else. JENNY. [_Dazed and cowed._] What are you going to do? BASIL. I'm going away. JENNY. Where? BASIL. God knows. [_There is a knock at the door._ BASIL. Come in. [_The_ BUTLER _enters with a note, which he gives to_ BASIL. BUTLER. Mrs. Murray told me to give you this note, Sir. BASIL. [_Taking it._] Thank you. [_He opens and reads it as the_ SERVANT _goes out of the room, then looks up at_ JENNY, _who is anxiously watching him_. [_Reading._] "You may tell your wife that I've made up my mind to marry Mr. Brackley. I will never see you again." JENNY. What does she mean? BASIL. [_Bitterly._] Isn't it clear? Some one has asked her to marry him, and she means to accept. JENNY. But you said she loved you. [_He shrugs his shoulders without answering._ JENNY _goes up to him imploringly_. JENNY. Oh, Basil, if it's true, give me another chance. She doesn't love you as I love you. I've been selfish and quarrelsome and exacting, but I've always loved you. Oh, don't leave me, Basil. Let me try once more if I can't make you care for me. BASIL. [_Looking down, hoarsely._] I'm very sorry. It's too late. JENNY. [_Despairingly._] Oh, God, what shall I do? And even though she's going to marry somebody else, you care for her better than any one else in the world? BASIL. [_In a whisper._] Yes. JENNY. And even if she does marry that other man she'll love you still. There's no room for me between you. I can go away like a discharged servant.... Oh, God! oh, God! what have I done to deserve it? BASIL. [_Touched by her utter misery._] I'm very sorry to make you so unhappy. JENNY. Oh, don't pity me. D'you think I want your pity now? BASIL. You had better come away, Jenny. JENNY. No. You've told me you don't want me any more. I shall go my own way. BASIL. [_Looks at her for a moment, hesitating; then shrugs his shoulders._] Then good-bye. [_He goes out, and_ JENNY, _looking after him, passes her hand wearily over her forehead_. JENNY. [_With a sigh._] He's so glad to go.... [_She gives a little sob._] They've got no room for me. [_She takes up from the floor the photograph on which she stamped, and looks at it; then sinks down, burying her face in her hands, and bursts into a passion of tears._ END OF THE THIRD ACT. THE FOURTH ACT. THE NEXT MORNING. [_The scene is the same as in the Second Act, the drawing-room at Basil's house in Putney._ BASIL _is sitting at the table, with his head in his hands. He looks tired and worn; his face is very white, and there are great black lines under his eyes. His hair is dishevelled. On the table lies a revolver._ [_A knock at the door._ BASIL. [_Without looking up._] Come in.