Oh, Douglas, no, of course you would believe what you said,
but I wouldn't trust your judgment. Don't I know every one is down on
him. Even you men; are all the men in New York so proud of their past
lives--not to mention the _present_ of several I know?--Well, if men
turn a cold shoulder, then we women must give him our hands.
DOUGLAS. You girls don't understand.
MARION. Oh, girls understand a good deal nowadays. Society and some of
the newspapers attend to that. He doesn't pretend to be a saint to
me--I find him perfectly frank--and I am afraid he has been rather
fast! But I don't believe he is capable of an outright dishonourable
action, and nothing would make me believe it!
DOUGLAS. No proof?
MARION. Only the proof of my own eyes. When I see him do something
contemptible, then I'll believe _half_ the stories I hear of him!
[_Moving a little up centre._
DOUGLAS. I see you _do_ love him.
MARION. I do, though you are the only person I have confessed it
to,--not even to him--and forgive me, [_Down a little._] but I never
liked you less than I do now when you have spoken against him. [_Up to
arch._
DOUGLAS. [_Following her._] No, tell me you will forget it, and keep
me the same old friend, and I'll promise not to speak against him to
you again.
MARION. [_Smiling._] Very well-- [_They shake hands._] Why, I want you
two to be the best of friends--you _must_ be--
DOUGLAS. [_Also smiling._] Oh, I don't promise that--I haven't given
you up yet, and I sha'n't until--
MARION. [_Smiling._] When--?
DOUGLAS. [_Smiling._] Until I see you going into the church to be
married.
MARION. You'll say nothing more against Ned?
DOUGLAS. Not to you. [_Moving down, right centre._
MARION. Oh, but you will to others? [_Follows._
DOUGLAS. I will say what I have to say to--_him._
MARION. To _him?_
_Enter_ MRS. WOLTON _and_ FLETCHER. FLETCHER _is dressed in
dark sailor clothes._
MRS. WOLTON. Marion, here's another little boy. [MARION _turns and
greets_ FLETCHER, _going to him._ DOUGLAS _and_ FLETCHER _see each
other and say_ "Good evening" _pleasantly._
MARION. It's too bad you missed the vaudeville.
FLETCHER. Did _you_ do anything. [MARION _laughs and exits with_
FLETCHER.
DOUGLAS _turns around quickly, annoyed, to speak to_ MRS.
WOLTON, _but, in his quick turning and in his movement of
annoyance, keeping his eyes on_ MARION _and_ FLETCHER, _he has
struck glasses and a bottle o
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