why you have gone. And when she finds that you are never going to cross
our threshold again, she will want to have that explained, too. Now I
don't wish to distress her by telling her that you have behaved like a
blackguard. MARCHBANKS (Coming back with renewed vehemence). You
shall--you must. If you give any explanation but the true one, you are a
liar and a coward. Tell her what I said; and how you were strong and
manly, and shook me as a terrier shakes a rat; and how I shrank and was
terrified; and how you called me a snivelling little whelp and put me
out of the house. If you don't tell her, I will: I'll write to her.
MORELL (taken aback.) Why do you want her to know this? MARCHBANKS (with
lyric rapture.) Because she will understand me, and know that I
understand her. If you keep back one word of it from her--if you are not
ready to lay the truth at her feet as I am--then you will know to the
end of your days that she really belongs to me and not to you. Good-bye.
(Going.) MORELL (terribly disquieted). Stop: I will not tell her.
MARCHBANKS (turning near the door). Either the truth or a lie you MUST
tell her, if I go. MORELL (temporizing). Marchbanks: it is sometimes
justifiable. MARCHBANKS (cutting him short). I know--to lie. It will be
useless. Good-bye, Mr. Clergyman. (As he turns finally to the door, it
opens and Candida enters in housekeeping attire.) CANDIDA. Are you
going, Eugene?(Looking more observantly at him.) Well, dear me, just
look at you, going out int