Douglas. I understand, but if I can be of any use?
Douglas. Shall we go, Fletcher?
Fletcher. Good-night, Rhodes. [Politely.] My place is here; it is my privilege to stay by Miss Wolton. [Dawson looks up, surprised. Rhodes looks angry. Fletcher continues, to Marion.] May I speak? [Marion bows her head in assent.] Mr. Dawson, your niece has promised to-night to be my wife. At such a terrible moment as this, I claim the right of membership of the family, to be with you and help all I can. You will accept my offices? [Holding out his hand.
Dawson. [Shaking his hand.] Certainly. You have won a wife in a thousand. But you may be called on to do more perhaps than you imagine.
Fletcher. I am entirely at your service.
Douglas. [Near doorway back, to all. At curtains, leaves curtains open.] Good-night! [All turn slightly. Douglas bows and exits. Fletcher going to Marion.
Dawson. [Watching them.] Thank God! His money will save them! [Servant enters; speaks softly to Dawson.
Servant. Mr. Dawson! [Dawson starts, nods to Servant, who holds door open.
Dawson. I'm coming. [Slowly, seriously, meaningly.] Fletcher, I want a long talk with you to-night before you go.