{Dormer.} She asked me if I thought such a woman existed. I replied, yes. "Then," said she, "whoever this woman is, and wherever she may be, carry my warning to her before it is too late." _(puts paper away and goes to sofa L.)_ _(Kate struggles with herself for a moment; her manner becomes completely changed.)_ {Kate.} _(lightly)_ Ah, thank you, Parson Dormer, for your goodness, and for your cold journey. May I give you some wine? {Dormer.} No. _(he resumes his cape and gloves, then holds out his hand to Kate)_ Good-night, _(she takes his hand)_ Don't come down, I can find my way out. _(looking round)_ I used to quarrel here with your father. {Kate.} Good-night. I shall look for you to-morrow at our harvest supper--it is the happiest night in our year, _(screams and falls back, Dormer catches her--he is going--she clutches his sleeve)_ Parson! Parson! look! _(she points to the written confession which lies upon the floor)_ Don't leave me alone with that! {Dormer.} That--what? {Kate.} That. Take it away with you--take it away! _(Dormer crosses to table, takes up paper and puts it in his pocket, and crosses back to L.)_ _(lightly again)_ Strange creatures, we women, aren't we--and superstitious, a little. Remember, Parson dear, we must keep our secret. Think of the scandal and misery for poor Eric if this history became known. For Eric's sake, remember. {Dormer.} You bear the young gentleman no grudge? {Kate.} I--no. {Dormer.} _(looking at her)_ Ah, you'll eat a breakfast to-morrow--I shan't--and my wound is twenty years old. Good-night to you. _(He goes out. Kate listens to his receding steps L. D.)_