John. Gracious Heaven! Then I am ruined! (Sinks into chair L. of table, and buries his face in his hands.)
Douglas. Yes, old man, you’ve nothing left but your house and shop; and they must go to repay me.
John. What! You will not close on me?
Douglas. I must. I want the money.
John. Why, you told me you would wait; that when you married Mary you would give it up. Won’t you wait?
Douglas. No; that would be too long.
Mary. I shall never marry him, father.
John. But you must—you shall. I’ll have no disobedience.
Hannah. Father, father, Mary is a good girl. Don’t speak of disobedience.