JEAN (_presses her handkerchief to her lips, and then, taking it away, answers steadily_). I can't make or unmake what's past. But I'm glad, at least, that you didn't _mean_ to desert her in her trouble. You'll remind her of that first of all, won't you? (_Moves to the door_, L.) STONOR. Where are you going? (_Raising his voice._) Why should I remind anybody of what I want only to forget? JEAN (_finger on lip_). Sh! STONOR (_with eyes on the door_). You don't mean that _she's_---- JEAN. Yes. I left her to get a little rest. (_He recoils in an access of uncontrollable rage. She follows him. Speechless, he goes down_ R. _to get his hat._) Geoffrey, don't go before you hear me. I don't know if what I think matters to you now--but I hope it does. (_With tears._) You can still make me think of you without shrinking--if you will. STONOR (_fixes her a moment with his eyes. Then sternly_). What is it you are asking of me? JEAN. To make amends, Geoffrey. STONOR (_with an outburst_). You poor little innocent! JEAN. I'm poor enough. But (_locking her hands together_) I'm not so innocent but what I know you must right that old wrong now, if you're ever to right it. STONOR. You aren't insane enough to think I would turn round in these few hours and go back to something that ten years ago was ended for ever! Why, it's stark, staring madness! JEAN. No. (_Catching on his arm._) What you did ten years ago--_that_ was mad. This is paying a debt. STONOR. Look here, Jean, you're dreadfully wrought up and excited--tired too---- JEAN. No, not tired--though I've travelled so far to-day. I know you smile at sudden conversions. You think they're hysterical--worse--vulgar. But people must get their revelation how they can. And, Geoffrey, if I can't make you see this one of mine--I shall know your love could never mean strength to me. Only weakness. And I shall be afraid. So afraid I'll never dare to give you the _chance_ of making me loathe myself. I shall never see you again. STONOR. How right _I_ was to be afraid of that vein of fanaticism in you. (_Moves towards the door._) JEAN. Certainly you couldn't make a greater mistake than to go away now and think it any good ever to come back. (_He turns._) Even if I came to feel different, I couldn't _do_ anything different. I should know all this couldn't be forgotten. I should know that it would poison my life in the end. Yours too. STONOR (_with suppressed fury_). She has made good use of her time! (_With a sudden thought._) What has changed her? Has _she_ been seeing visions too? JEAN. What do you mean? STONOR. Why is she intriguing to get hold of a man that, ten years ago, she flatly refused to see, or hold any communication with? JEAN. "Intriguing to get hold of?" She hasn't mentioned you! STONOR. _What!_ Then how in the name of Heaven do you know--that she wants--what you ask? JEAN (_firmly_). There can't be any doubt about that.