Dear Brutus

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  JOANNA. That man--he suspects!
  (This is a very different JOANNA from the one who has
  so far flitted across our scene. It is also a different PURDIE.
  In company they seldom look at each other, though when the
  one does so the eyes of the other magnetically respond. We
  have seen them trivial, almost cynical, but now we are to greet
  them as they know they really are, the great strong- hearted
  man and his natural mate, in the grip of the master passion.
  For the moment LOB'S words have unnerved JOANNA and it
  is JOHN PURDIE's dear privilege to soothe her.)
  PURDIE. No one minds Lob. My dear, oh my dear.
  JOANNA (faltering). Yes, but he saw you kiss my hand.
  Jack, if Mabel were to suspect!
  PURDIE (happily). There is nothing for her to suspect.
  JOANNA (eagerly). No, there isn't, is there? (She is
  desirous ever to be without a flaw.) Jack, I am not doing
  anything wrong, am I?
  PURDIE. You!