Geoffrey. Maggie!
Austin. Geoffrey, is what this girl says true?
Geoffrey. That I married her in New Haven? Yes.
Maggie. [Rises.] I'll go, please, I'd rather go.
Austin. Yes, go, Maggie; it's better.
[Maggie goes out Right.
Geoffrey. [As soon as she is out of the room.] Promise me, Jack, you won't tell any one! It's awful, I know! For two years at college I went all to pieces and led a rotten life,—and one night, drunk, I married her, and it isn't so much her fault. I suppose she thought I loved her,—but this would break up the old lady and gentleman so, if they knew, I couldn't stand it! And Jinny, for God's sake, don't tell Jinny. She respects me. You won't tell her, will you?
Austin. No. But Maggie says you want to marry some one else now.
Geoffrey. [With a change, in great shame.] That's true, too.
[He sits in utter dejection on the sofa.