KATE. [Pause.] Yes.
TRAVERS. Then let them leave—[SARBER calling "git ap"—and a whip cracks. We hear stage—voices go.] Will you go with me—to-night?
KATE. How—go with you?
TRAVERS. As my wife.
KATE. But why such haste? Why go as if we feared anything?
TRAVERS. I must go to-night. Great interests depend upon it. I know your people don't like me, but I haven't time to humour them. Will you go?
KATE. Let me think till then.
TRAVERS. Yes,—good-bye till to-night. [Holds her hand—she turns as if to leave.] Kate! Kate! Good-bye. [Impulsive turn and embrace.] Till to-night.
Enter DAVE, from breakfast.
DAVE. Huh! [Shortly; more a chuck than an exclamation. The lovers start.] Oh! Seminary!