Miss Godesby. Well, that's his lookout.
Warden. You'll have many a heart wrench, I'll bet you! You'll have to run across the results of the harm you do to Mrs. Sterling and Richard day in and day out, year after year! I don't believe you realize what it means! Why, I know you can't bear to see a dog suffer! I met you last week on the street carrying a mangy, crippled brute of a little dog in your arms, afraid lest he'd get into the hands of the vivisectionists, and yet here you'll let a boy and his mother—
Miss Godesby. [Interrupts him, struggling against a tiny emotion which he has stirred.] Stop Stop! I don't want you working on my feelings that way.
[She rises and turns from him
Warden. [Follows her.] I'm only knocking at the door of your heart. And now because it's opened just a tiny way, you want to shut it in my face again. Will you leave this woman's name fit for her to use? Won't you make that boy's life worth living to him?
Miss Godesby. [After a moment's pause, looks straight into Warden's face.] I'll tell you what I'll do. Get me some security, some sort of indorsement of Sterling's note—
Warden. If the man's only alive!
Miss Godesby. And I'll hold my tongue.
Warden. How long will you give me?
Miss Godesby. Oh, come, I can't have any monkey business! You must get me my security to-day.