Fletcher. [Who has started, frightened, at first, has controlled himself and speaks with intense quiet.] This woman's from the streets. She's up to all the tricks.
Jeannette. [Outraged.] How dare you! I am not what he calls me! I swear that here in this holy place. He dragged me through the streets, and any dirt upon my skirts his feet have left there.
Fletcher. Be silent. [To Clergyman.] If you will not finish the service, we will find some one who will.
Marion. [To Clergyman.] No, I will not leave here till we are married. I will not insult the man I have chosen for my husband by doubting his word for hers. I won't believe he made her what she is.
Fletcher. Marion!
Marion. Ned! [To Clergyman.] Go on! Go on with the ceremony!
Jeannette. You shall not go on! He's done his best to make me what he says I am ... and God knows he might have succeeded ... [Emotion.] but for my boy's sake I fought the fight for honour ... [Completely controlling her emotion.] The day he tricked me ... [With a look of scorn at Fletcher.] I stood before him as pure a woman as you stand now, and since he left me, there has never been an hour when I couldn't look straight into my child's eyes, not one minute I couldn't feel his two arms about my neck without a shudder.
Fletcher. [More angry.] I won't stand this!
Jeannette. [To Marion, continuing in the same key and tone as her former speech ... and pleadingly.] Don't make vows that will take away this innocent boy's name.
Marion. You must answer to your child for his name and honour.