Marion. No, no! He can't mean it.
Mrs. Wolton. [Taking Dawson's arm.] No, no! He wouldn't bring this disgrace upon us! What good would it do him?
Fletcher. Then persuade her to marry me.
Dawson. No. Rather the disgrace!
Marion. [To Fletcher.] I never thought I would humble myself before you, but I do, now, and I beg you, for the love you say you have for me, spare the name of a man, who at least never harmed you! Don't dishonour my father's memory. Isn't it enough revenge for you that my mother and I know it! [With tears. Fletcher is a little affected, but Dawson does not see this, and interrupts. He pulls Marion away from before Fletcher.
Dawson. No—I won't have you pleading to him! [Places her to left and Marion puts arms about her mother.
Fletcher. I know who I have to thank for all this—Rhodes!
Marion. There is no need to mention his name. [Arms about her mother.
Fletcher. Isn't there! It was he who brought Jeannette here—it was he we both have to thank for yesterday's ordeal.
Marion. [To Dawson, half-heartedly.] What? [She places Mrs. Wolton on sofa.