Mrs. Lorrimer. What for?
Marion. [Quietly.] I mean to make him marry her if I can, here, to-day.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Doubtfully.] Do you think you can?
Marion. If he loves me, I think so. I shall ask him to prove his love by doing the one honourable, honest thing there is for him to do. [To sofa.
Mrs. Lorrimer. You believe in this woman?
Marion. He has practically acknowledged that what she says is true.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Tenderly.] And you, dear, and your love— [Crosses to Marion. Interrupted.
Marion. My love—for him. [Sits on sofa.] The blow he struck Jeannette fell on my heart and killed my love. A man who would strike a woman will do most anything,—and think where he did it, and why? Because she was pleading and fighting for the rights of his child!
Mrs. Lorrimer. I am glad, dear, you can take it so calmly.
Marion. [Calmly.] Oh, no, it isn't exactly that—I am reasonable; I see I've escaped a great misery and I'm grateful— [Enter Servant.] But I suffer terribly, for the moment I close my eyes, I see only the dreadful scene of yesterday.