A wait, perhaps, of ten minutes before the business of the play brought him back within whispering distance of her.
“Money” (very difficult to whisper without moving the lips. It really emerged, “Uh-ney,” but she understood). “For you. Marry you. Take you away.”
All this while the lines of the play went on. When they stood close together it was fairly easy.
Magnolia (in the play): What! Have all your friends deserted you! (Mama’ll make Andy send you away.)
Ravenal: No, but friendship is too cold a passion to stir my heart now. (Will you come with me?)
Magnolia: Oh, give me a friend in preference to a sweetheart. (But how can I?)
Ravenal: My dear Miss Brown—Miss Lucy—— (Marry me).
Magnolia: Oh, please don’t call me Miss Brown. (When?)
Ravenal: Lucy! (Where do we play to-morrow? Marry me there.)
Magnolia: Defender of the fatherless! (Metropolis. I’m frightened.)