Mary. Thank you, Mr. Douglas. Father is at home. I will call him. (Crosses to L.)
Douglas. No. By your leave, I would have a word with you.
Mary. Certainly, if you wish it. (Sits in chair L. of table.)
Douglas. (Brings chair down C., and sits.) Mary, I have come to-day to revive a topic upon which I have been silent a year.
Mary. You come again to ask me to marry you. I have been expecting this visit.
Douglas. And you are prepared with an answer?
Mary. I am.
Douglas. Stop one moment, Mary. Before you give me that answer, hear me. You must believe that I love you. This long year, during which I have been almost a constant visitor, looking upon you with wistful eyes, yet with a silent tongue, for fear of your displeasure, coming and going, must be convincing proof that, spite of your coldness, your image is enshrined within my heart.
Mary. Mr. Douglas, the man who truly loves a woman shows his devotion by making her happy, even at the cost of his own happiness.