Georgiana. [The idea comes to her.] Steve, I told you I'd trust you again if I had the chance! Here is the first one, and I take it! Promise me you'll never again even think of taking your life.
Steven. What's the good of my promising?
Georgiana. If you tell me, I'll believe you.
[A short pause.
[Steven, not looking at her, puts his hand in the pocket where the pistol is, then takes his hand away, still not looking at her.
Look me straight in the face, Steve, and
say, "I promise."
[He hesitates only a moment, and then does so.
Steven. I promise.
[He turns a little away from her, takes the pistol from his pocket, and gives it to her.