RUTH. Good-bye. Yes. Look at me well. It's your last look at close quarters.
GUY (by her). No, by Heaven, it's not.
RUTH (still holding the door open). You've told me much about my beauty. You hold my beauty cheap.
GUY. Your beauty is the richest, finest thing in all the world.
RUTH. A secret marriage!
GUY. What's changed you, Ruth? You've shown yourself to me a soft and yielding woman. To-night, you're hard, suspicious.
RUTH (closing door). To-night, I mean to strike a bargain with you.
GUY. Lovers don't talk of bargains.
RUTH. There's always time to talk of love. To-night, we'll talk of marriage, if you please.
GUY. You mean to be wilful.