MARY. I was walking out, ma’am. I wasn’t keeping company.
LEONARD. I’m afraid I don’t appreciate the difference.
MARY. There is a difference.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Have you seen him lately?
MARY. Yes, ma’am.
LEONARD. [Very quietly.] Would he marry you now? [TIMBRELL starts in his chair, but does not speak. MARY gives a gasp that is almost a sob.] I know I’m a brute. Would he marry you, Mary?
MRS. TIMBRELL. No, no, no, no.
MARY. George Truefit’s a good man. I wouldn’t ask him to marry me now.
LEONARD. But if he cares for you he ought to want to marry you now.