Judith
With spirit.
“Yes—and a game that must be played to the finish.”
Simon
“Zara, what does this mean?”
Judith
“So many illusions shattered—so many dreams trodden in the dust!”
Sorel
I’m George now—“I don’t understand! You and Victor—My God!”
Judith
“Sssh! Isn’t that little Pam crying?”
Simon
Savagely.
“She’ll cry more, poor mite, when she realises her mother is a—”
Judith
Shrieking.
“Don’t say it—don’t say it!”
Sorel
“Spare her that.”
Judith
“I’ve given you all that makes life worth living—my youth, my womanhood, and now my child. Would you tear the very heart out of me? I tell you that it’s infamous that men like you should be allowed to pollute society. You have ruined my life—I have nothing left—nothing. God in heaven, where am I to turn for help. …”