Fletcher. [Speaking seriously but pleasantly, evidently expecting that everything is to be made all right between them.] Thank you for sending for me, but I would have come without your message!
Marion. [Looks at him, surprised at his tone. Speaks quietly.] Jeannette is upstairs waiting.
Fletcher. [Starts; his whole manner changes; he realizes now that he has to fight for what he wants and against what he doesn't want.] Why?
Marion. I've promised her you shall marry her, if I can make you.
Fletcher. You can't. No, no, Marion. [Pleading.] You won't throw me over for yesterday. I lost my temper, I know, and I'm sorry for it, but I love you— [Interrupted.
Marion. [Interrupting.] Prove it by doing what I ask.
Fletcher. [Angry.] Never! [Goes right.
Marion. [Follows him.] If you make the reparation there is in your power, it would save you from being utterly contemptible in my eyes!
Fletcher. You say that!!!
Marion. Yes,—will you do what I ask?