From: Georgianna <can...@so...> - 2009-08-20 17:48:49
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Id who hates dust on her mantelpiece--I'm fidgety not to make some sort of a bluff at putting this thing on a business basis. WARDEN. Excuse me, Miss Godesby, I think Sterling ought to know the truth. STERLING. _Now_ what? MISS GODESBY. Well, the truth is, my fool of a brother has kicked up an infernal row, and refuses to hold his tongue. STERLING. Then I'm ruined after all! MISS GODESBY. Wait, I've left him with Mr. Mason. I feel certain I can assure his silence if I can only show him some sort of an agreement to pay, an acknowledgment of the--the--affair, signed and sealed. BLANCHE. Signed by whom? MISS GODESBY. Your husband and yourself will do. STERLING. But both names are worthless. MISS GODESBY. Not as a point of honor. STERLING. Ah! no, not my wife's. MISS GODESBY. Nor yours to me. Come along! [_She goes to the table with_ STERLING, _and unfolding a paper gives it to him. He signs it._ WARDEN. [_Aside to_ BLANCHE, _apologizing for his presence._] She made me come--she wouldn't come alone; otherwise I should have waited till you sent for me. BLANCHE. It's as well--I've decided. Oh, I wonder if I'm doing wrong. [_Looking him straight in the face._ WARDEN. [_Looking back searchingly in hers to read the truth, but believing that she will certainly leave her husband._] No, _you_ can't do wrong! But I must warn you of one thing--I'm not any longer the controlled man I was. |