RUTH. Marriage.
GUY (staggered, then recovering). Marriage! Well, isn't it early days for that?
RUTH. With some men and some women it would be over early. When you're the man and I the woman, it isn't early.
GUY. Marriage! There's a directness about you.
RUTH (simply). Yes, there is.
GUY. I'm taken by surprise, but——
RUTH (quietly). Are you?
GUY. I've been too busy simply loving you to think of marriage. (Quickly.) Yes, Ruth, of course we're going to be married. It would be monstrous in me ever to have intended anything else. But—er—you know, there's my father. We shall have to keep the marriage secret. Just the clergyman and no witnesses to make quite sure of secrecy.
RUTH (moving to door as if leaving him and opening it). Good-bye, Mr. Barlow.
GUY (staring at her). Ruth!