Nat (with an exclamation of satisfaction). Ah! Then you admit that you were the one who entered the post-office?
Abner. Certainly. I don’t know how I am going to pull out, but I can’t let this fellow face a charge of which I am guilty. How did you know I was there?
Nat. After we had our little talk last night, I guessed you would go there and I followed you. I thought you might be interested in looking over Cap’n Obed’s old papers.
Abner. Yes, I was. Well, now we will face the situation. I have several times offered you money which you have refused to take.
Nat. I’m not interested in money. I’m doing well enough. You know what I want.
Abner. Yes, I do know. You want me to actually force my daughter into marrying you.
Nat. Well, why not? You admit I am all right. There is no reason why she wouldn’t be happy with me.
Abner. And in case I refuse, just what are you going to do?
Nat. Well, of course I don’t suppose you want all your old friends and neighbors to know how you cheated my father and old Joel Tinker, and of course now there is Miss Cynthy.
Abner. Well, I can’t see any way of giving her money without telling the whole thing.