Mr. G. A secret? Ah, well, it will come out soon enough, then. No woman yet ever kept a secret.
Kate. We shall see.
Mr. G. Well, Kate, I will not deny you have always been a good girl; I believe you never teased me for money in your life, but you were a fool to refuse the doctor. However, there is no accounting for a woman's whims, and you may think better of it.
Kate. Let us dismiss that subject. I came here, father, to beg you to let me help you. I know you are ill and need rest. I know you are oppressed by many cares, while I—I have absolutely nothing to fill my time. I feel I could help you. Forget I am a woman, if need be, and let me try.
Mr. G. I know you mean right, child, but if I should agree to your proposition, you would be more bother than you were worth; don't you see you would, you goose?
Kate. At first I might until I learned your way. But that would not be long; at least let me try.
Mr. G. Well, some time when I have plenty of time, perhaps, I will see! (Sits at desk, R.)
Kate. You only say that to get rid of me. Is there no way I can induce you?
Mr. G. No, no. Now do not annoy me any more. (Writes busily.)
(Enter Mrs. Grovenor, L. U. E.)