Eug. And would you share my fate now?
Liz. Would I? Oh, how gladly! But you forget, I am a poor girl, a seamstress in your mother's house, and—
Eug. I would indeed be unworthy of the blessing of your love should I think of that. Lizzie, your love shall raise me from the depths into which I have fallen. (Embraces her as Kate enters, C.)
Kate. Eugene! Lizzie!
Eug. (R. C.). Do not misapprehend, Kate. Let me explain before you judge.
Kate (coming down L.). Go on.
Liz. (aside, R.). Dare I hope she will approve?
Eug. Lizzie and I met—a year ago!
Kate. What! is it possible!
Liz. Do you not remember, I told you all the first day I came to your house?