And turn it o’er not once, but many a time,
That flaw, speck, yea, the shade of one,—a soil
So slight not one out of a thousand eyes
Could find it out,—may not escape thee; then
Say if these nuptials can be shunned with honor!
Clif. They can.
Jul. Then take me, Clifford—
Festus. Stop one moment. (Looks at watch.) Time’s up.
Stella. So soon?
Festus. The tone of your voice expresses regret. What is your decision?