Fletcher. My bankers you know,—that is all that is necessary, as I shall very likely sail—what day is this?
Dawson. Friday.
Fletcher. [Bitterly.] Oh, yes, of course, my wedding-day was on Thursday! I think I shall sail in to-morrow's steamer. [Marion re-enters. Sees Fletcher going, her voice stops him.
Marion. You are going—wait. This gentleman has asked me a question, which I think you can answer for me, by answering a question of mine to you. How did you know of my marriage to—of my marriage of yesterday?
Jeannette. From a friend who wrote me and sent me the newspapers.
Marion. [Meaningly.] A man or woman friend?
Jeannette. A woman!
Marion. [Starts—it is the first shock of doubt she has had.] Douglas Rhodes had nothing to do with your appearance yesterday in the church?
Douglas. [Astonished—hurt.] You thought that?
Jeannette. Oh, no, Miss Wolton, he had nothing in the world to do with it.