Mrs. Lorrimer. You will borrow this money in your name.
Dawson. I have no security. [A moment's pause; both think—rise.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Do you carry a life insurance? [Crosses left.
Dawson. Yes, quite a heavy one.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Why not borrow on your life insurance this sum?
Dawson. [Pleased.] Of course, of course! What a fool I've been not to think of that! How clever you are! But again, it must be borrowed privately for many reasons. [Again a moment's pause, while both think.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Showing decision and determination.] I think I know some one.
Dawson. Who?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Don't ask me till I've seen him and found out—I will go now— [Crossing up centre.] —at once, and make a beginning, and you must go to Fletcher and keep him from coming here.
Dawson. That won't be necessary, for surely Marion wouldn't see him.