Jinny. [Who wanted him to call her to him and kiss her.] Oh, very well! but I'll make you smile yet and kiss me of your own accord to-night—you'll see!
[She goes out Left.
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She is heard singing in her room. Austin goes to the desk and after a long sigh he begins to write.
]
Austin. [Writing.] Dear Ruth. The satisfaction of the visit to Brooklyn prevents me from being disappointed at having missed your telegram till too late to go to your house to-night. My heart aches for the blow you must have this evening, but please God you will bear it bravely. The man who loves you is not bad, but he has been weak. However, I feel once he can shake off the burden of his present marriage, you will never have cause to complain of him again. And if your future happiness lies truly in his hands, it will be safe there.
Jinny. [Calls from her room.] Are you ready?
Austin. Yes.
[He stops writing.
Jinny. In your orchestra chair?