Your wife! Not if all the gold of the world were in your hands, and you gave it to me. Your wife—never—never—not even to become a lady! Before I’d be your wife I’d live in rags and be proud of my poverty! There is the door—go!
DALTON
Not so fast, my girl!
MARY
I’ll do what thousands of other heartbroken and despairing women have done—seek for peace in the silence of the grave!
DALTON
(sneeringly)
Well, what will you do?
MARY
Stand back! Let me pass. If you lay your hand on me, I’ll—