Blanche. You haven't broken your word to me?
Sterling. What if I had?
Blanche. I would let the law take its course.
Sterling. You must love me very little.
Blanche. I live with you. First you robbed me of my respect for you; then you dried up my heart with neglect.
Sterling. And our boy?
Blanche. Your blood runs in his veins; your shame and disgrace would be a fearful warning to him. It might kill me; but never mind, if it saved him.
Sterling. Oh, well, I haven't broken my word! So you needn't worry. I've been honest enough.
Blanche. [With a long sigh of relief.] Oh! I hope so!
Mrs. Hunter. [Appearing in doorway at back.] The men are in the drawing-room—shall we come here?