Clergyman. It is not sufficient.
Jeannette. But it's moral proof. [Marion turns and goes back to her place ... motions Fletcher to follow. He does so but almost timidly. Clergyman turns from Jeannette.] Listen! So long as he remains as he is, there's a chance that the world won't always be able to fling my boy's shame in his face. And I tell you, sir, the agony she would suffer now is nothing ... nothing to what her life with him would be. And think what it is to ... [Her emotion racks her.] watch your child, your own flesh and blood, day and night, all its life, terror-stricken ... [She controls her emotions.] lest you find some trace of his father in him!
Marion. [Turns to Clergyman.] We are waiting.
Clergyman. But ... [Interrupted.
Marion. [Interrupting.] I love him; I am not willing to give him up for that woman!
Clergyman. But she swears a compact of marriage was made.
Marion. Has she proofs? [Fletcher glares at Jeannette; his muscles grow rigid.
Clergyman. No. [Fletcher relaxes.
Marion. Very well,—I have his word against hers,—that is enough.
Clergyman. [To Fletcher.] But I believe you do not deny the child?