[
Isabel has been injured]
Reverend Fortescue:
I'm sorry. Dear, God, I'm so sorry.
Lady Isabel Ames:
You were only trying to do the decent thing.
[
Fortescue begins to drape his coat around her]
Lady Isabel Ames:
No, don't Charles.
[
He continues anyway]
Lady Isabel Ames:
That's the trouble with you. You're far too decent.
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