JOHN. Her father and brothers. SYBIL. It is so cruel to them. We must think no more of this. It is mad... ness. JOHN. It’s fate. Sybil, let us declare our love openly. SYBIL. You can’t ask that, now in the first moment that you tell me of it. JOHN. The one thing I won’t do even for you is to live a life of underhand. SYBIL. The... blow to her. JOHN. Yes. But at least she has always known that I never loved her. SYBIL. It is asking me to give... up everything, every one, for you. JOHN. It’s too much. [JOHN is humble at last.] SYBIL. To a woman who truly loves, even that is not too much. Oh! it is not I who matter--it is you. JOHN. My dear, my dear. SYBIL. So gladly would I do it to save you; but, oh, if it were to bring you down! JOHN. Nothing can keep me down if I have you to help me. SYBIL. I am dazed, John, I... JOHN. My love, my love. SYBIL. I... oh... here... JOHN. Be brave, Sybil, be brave. SYBIL. .......... [In this bewilderment of pearls she melts into his arms. MAGGIE happens to open the door just then; but neither fond heart hears her.] JOHN. I can’t walk along the streets, Sybil, without looking in all the shop windows for what I think would become you best. [As awkwardly as though his heart still beat against corduroy, he takes from his pocket a pendant and its chain. He is shy, and she drops pearls over the beauty of the ruby which is its only stone.] It is a drop of my blood, Sybil. [Her lovely neck is outstretched, and he puts the chain round it. MAGGIE withdraws as silently as she had come; but perhaps the door whispered ‘d--n’ as it closed, for SYBIL wakes out of Paradise.] SYBIL. I thought---Did the door shut? JOHN. It was shut already. [Perhaps it is only that SYBIL is bewildered to find herself once again in a world that has doors.] SYBIL. It seemed to me--- JOHN. There was nothing. But I think I hear voices; they may have arrived. [Some pretty instinct makes SYBIL go farther from him. MAGGIE kindly gives her time for this by speaking before opening the door.] MAGGIE. That will do perfectly, David. The maid knows where to put them. [She comes in.] They’ve come, John; they WOULD help with the luggage. [JOHN goes out. MAGGIE is agreeably surprised to find a visitor.] How do you do, Lady Sybil? This is nice of you. SYBIL. I was so sorry not to find you in, Mrs. Shand. [The impediment has run away. It is only for those who love it.] MAGGIE. Thank you. You’ll sit down? SYBIL. I think not; your relatives--- MAGGIE. They will be so proud to see that you are my friend. [If MAGGIE were less simple her guest would feel more comfortable. She tries to make conversation.] SYBIL. It is their first visit to London? [Instead of relieving her anxiety on this point, MAGGIE has a long look at the gorgeous armful.] MAGGIE. I’m glad you are so beautiful, Lady Sybil. [The beautiful one is somehow not flattered. She pursues her investigations with growing uneasiness.]