Geoffrey. No, I love you too much; besides, this debt isn't money, and I hope to get rid of it somehow before long.
Ruth. Forgive me for worrying you. It is only that every one is so happy at this wedding except me,—dear Jinny brimming over with joy, as I would be,—and it's made me feel—a little—
Geoffrey. [Comes around the sofa and sits beside her.] I know, dear, and it's made me feel what a brute I am! Oh, if you knew how I hate myself for all I've done, and for the pain and trouble I cause you now!
[Maggie, her sharp features set tense, appears in the doorway on the left behind the curtains and listens.
Ruth. Never mind, we won't think of that any more.
Geoffrey. I can never throw it off, not for a minute! I'm a worthless fellow and how can you love me—
Ruth. [Interrupting him.] I do! You are worth everything to me, and you will be worth much to the world yet!
Geoffrey. I love you, Ruth—that's the one claim I can make to deserve you. But it's helped me to give up all the beastly pleasures I used to indulge in!
Ruth. [Softly.] Geof!
Geoffrey. Which I used to think the only things worth living for, and which now, thanks to you, I loathe,—every one of them.