JAMES. Very well. I have no doubt but that I can get through with it by midnight.
FREDERIK. If you care to remain longer with the firm, I—er—
JAMES. No, thank you.
FREDERIK. I appreciate the fact that you came on my uncle's account. I have no ill-feeling against you, Hartman.
JAMES. I'm not refusing to stay because of any ill-feeling. I'm going because I know that you'll sell out before your uncle's cold in his grave. I don't care to stay to see the old place change hands.
FREDERIK. I? Sell out? My intention is to carry out every wish of my dear old uncle's.
JAMES. I hope so. I haven't forgotten that you wanted him to sell out to
Hicks of Rochester on the very day he died. [Exit into the office.
CATHERINE comes from WILLIAM'S room, simply dressed in white—no touch of mourning. FREDERIK goes to the foot of the stairs and calls softly.
FREDERIK. Kitty! Here is our marriage license. I have the cabin on the Imperator. Everything is arranged.
CATHERINE. [Coming downstairs.] Yes. … I meant to speak to you—again.