Fletcher. You didn't believe me when I told you of your father! But this is as true as that was. And the night you promised to marry me, Rhodes threatened to do this very thing.
Marion. It isn't possible! He wouldn't have submitted me to yesterday's humiliation!
Fletcher. How else could she—living quietly in a little town in Switzerland—know of our affairs here?
Dawson. I confess Rhodes tried to prejudice me, but I was too much impressed with Fletcher's generosity.
Fletcher. That money was nothing. I'd do it all over again to-morrow if Marion would only marry me.
Marion. Douglas tried to influence me, too.
Fletcher. He wants you himself, that's why!
Marion. [In despair.] Then I have no one—no friend to believe in! Not even you, Uncle Fred, for you should have told me about my father in the beginning.
Fletcher. [To Marion.] You have me!
Marion. Oh! Can't I make you understand, you least of all! [Servant enters and announces—"Mrs. Lorrimer—Mr. Rhodes." Those on the stage look up surprised.