KATE. No. Do you blame this man?
BOLLINGER. Blame him! Why, he's an accessory after the fact, and maybe before—I don't see how he can git out of it! Here's his telegram, really better than a plea of guilty—we ought to arrest him!
KATE. [To BOLLINGER.] He is not guilty. [To JIM.] Oh, Jim, Jim!
Can you forgive me? [She extends her hand.
JIM. [Taking her hand.] Why, Kate, 'tain't none o' their business.
KATE. No, it is all mine. [Murmur from CROWD.—To the MEN.] Listen; all of you must know that Mr. Travers was attentive to me—I believed he was a gentleman—we thought he was a friend—[Half crying.] but he never was half the friend—never could be half the friend that Jim Radburn's been—
JIM. [Expostulating.] Kate!
KATE. [To JIM.] Yes, I know all about it now—my father has told me all—everything about my college days—I am humiliated to the dust.
JIM. Now, Kate—
KATE. You should have told me in the shop, when I presumed to speak of your disadvantages.
JIM. [To MEN.] See here—this is a little matter between me and Kate Vernon—none of your business—so why don't you saunter off? [MEN start to go.