Godesby. How do you feel about him now?
Miss Godesby. Now! Thank God, I'm saved such a waking up! It's going to make a big difference with my income, Howard! I wonder if his wife knew he was crooked! I'll bet you she's got a pot of money stowed away all right in her own name.
Jessica. [Who can bear no more, interrupts.]
Please—please! Remember that you're speaking of my sister and that every word you are saying cuts through me like a knife.
Miss Godesby. I beg your pardon; I ought to have thought. I like and respect you, Jess, and I've been very rude.
Jessica. You've been more than that; you've been cruelly unjust to Blanche in all that you've said!
Miss Godesby. Perhaps I have, but I don't feel in a very generous mood; I've some excuse—so please forgive me.
[Warden reënters Left.
Warden. [To Jessica.] Mason is waiting for you with the sleigh. He's going first to my house. Dick may have gone back there to hear the result of my interview with Ryder,—then Mason'll try his own house and Sterling's club.
Godesby. The police are the best men to find Sterling, whatever's happened.