He turns suddenly, and subsides as a man in a, guard's uniform enters.
THE GUARD. Ah, here you are! Thought you'd given us the slip, did you? (To the others) Escaped from the Asylum, he did, a week ago, and got a job here. We've been huntin' him high and low. Come along now!
GEORGE. (recovering with difficulty the power of speech)
What—what's the matter with him?
THE GUARD. Matter with him? He went crazy, he did, readin' the works of Bernard Shaw. And if he wasn't in the insane asylum he'd be in jail. He's a bigamist, he is. He married fourteen women. But none of 'em would go on the witness stand against him. Said he was an ideal husband, they did. Fourteen of 'em! But otherwise he's perfectly harmless.
THE AGENT. (pleasantly) Perfectly harmless! Yes, perfectly harmless!
He is led out.
HELEN. That explains it all!
GEORGE. Yes—and yet I feel there was something in what he was saying.
HELEN. Well—are we going to get married or not? We've got to decide that before we face my uncle and your aunt.
GEORGE. Of course we'll get married. You have your work and I mine, and—