O'Cal. She loves him.
Mrs. G. (hotly). And don't I love him? If love's all he wants to put him right, won't his mother——
O'Cal. There's different kinds of love. Let her try hers.
Mrs. G. (grimly). Yes. Let her try.
O'Cal. (moving eagerly). May I?
Mrs. G. Bring her in.
[O'Callagan goes to door, then turns suddenly suspicious.
O'Cal. You're not going to be rude to her?
Mrs. G. I'm going to give her her chance fair and square. Loves him, does she? We'll see if her love's good enough to do what my love can't, and I'll own I'm wrong about her. She'll get no second chance.
O'Cal. She'll need none, neither.