Miss Godesby. Well, the truth is, my fool of a brother has kicked up an infernal row, and refuses to hold his tongue.
Sterling. Then I'm ruined after all!
Miss Godesby. Wait, I've left him with Mr. Mason. I feel certain I can assure his silence if I can only show him some sort of an agreement to pay, an acknowledgment of the—the—affair, signed and sealed.
Blanche. Signed by whom?
Miss Godesby. Your husband and yourself will do.
Sterling. But both names are worthless.
Miss Godesby. Not as a point of honor.
Sterling. Ah! no, not my wife's.
Miss Godesby. Nor yours to me. Come along!
[She goes to the table with Sterling, and unfolding a paper gives it to him. He signs it.