- Good morning. - Good morning. - I'm Tom Elliott. Who are you? - My name is Smithson. - Mama and Papa are abroad. - Yes. I was looking for a Mrs Roughwood. - I'll find her for you. - You put that one in there. - Mrs Roughwood? Mrs Roughwood? - I think, she's with Rachel and William. - Mrs Roughwood? - Yes? - Someone to see you. - All right. - She's working, but she doesn't mind being interrupted. - Mrs Roughwood? - Mr Smithson? - My solicitor was told you lived at this address. I do not know by whom. - By me. - By you?! I've been looking for you for three years. I broke off my engagement. I came back for you to take you with me, to marry you and you'd gone. And now all these years later you choose to let me know you're alive. Why? - I could not do so before this. You've married. - Oh, no, I have not. I pass as a widow in the world. - What is this house? - He is an architect. His name is Elliott. They gave me shelter a long time ago. I am tutor to their children, but I am free to do my own work. They have encouraged it. - These are yours? - Mm. Yes. - You have found your gift. Why did you leave Exeter? You told me you loved me. You showed me your love. Answer me! - There was madness in me at that time. A bitterness, an envy. I forced myself on you, knowing that you had other obligations. It was unworthy! I saw after you had gone that I had to destroy what had begun between us! - Are you saying that you never loved me? - I could not say that. - But you must say that! You must say: "I am totally evil. I used him as an instrument. I do not care that in all this time he hasn't seen a woman to compare with me that his life has been a desert without me that he sacrificed everything for me." Say it! - No. No. - Why did you ask me here? What do you want from me? - I saw the newspaper advertisements... - You saw them? - Yes. - You read them, and you did nothing? - I'd changed my name. - You ruined my life and took pleasure in doing so! - You misjudge me! It has taken me this time to find my own life! It has taken me this time to find my freedom. - Freedom?! - Yes. - To make a mockery of love, of all human feeling? Is that what Exeter meant to you? One brief transaction of the flesh, just that? You planted a dagger in me and your "freedom" gives you licence to twist it in my heart?! Well, no more. - No! - Yes! - Mr Smithson, I called you here to ask your forgiveness. - You loved me once. If you still love me, you can forgive me. I know. I know it is your perfect right to damn me. But if you do still love me... - Then I must forgive you. - Yes, you must.