Johnstone. Fletcher for—for—for—everything!
Douglas. Hum— [He goes up left.
Fanshaw. If he's honestly sorry, he's no business marrying Marion Wolton.
Johnstone. Why not?
Fanshaw. He has a debt to be paid. He can't wash his hands of the kind of things he's done; if he were in earnest in regretting his old life, he would do something to make up for it.
Johnstone. Well, isn't he? He's going to marry a nice girl and settle down.
Fanshaw. If he were in earnest he'd marry, instead, one of at least two girls I know of—not this one.
Johnstone. Oh, come, there's no reason why he should do a quixotic thing like that, he has a future before him.
Fanshaw. He has their futures before him.
Johnstone. Don't preach. Why should he be dragged down—