Blanche. Nothing.
[She gives Sterling a searching, steady look and keeps her eyes upon him, trying to read his real self.
Ruth. [Continues to Sterling.] Mr. Mason is coming to me in the morning, and if you will lunch with me at one, I will then be able to give all the papers over to you.
[Sterling, who up to this time has been almost dumbfounded by this sudden good fortune, now collects himself, and speaks delightedly but with sufficient reserve of his feelings. Blanche does not take her eyes from Sterling's face.
Sterling. Aunt Ruth, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I will do my best.
Blanche. [Quickly.] Promise her, Dick, before me—give her your word of honor—you will be faithful to Aunt Ruth's trust.
[He answers Blanche's look steadily with a hard gaze of his own.
Ruth. His acceptance of my trust is equal to that, Blanche.
Blanche. It is of course, isn't it, Dick?
Sterling. Of course.