Hil. [Rises.] Oh, sir! but it was legal—it—
Dol. [Dollerclutch L. C., Hilda R. C.] Have you got your marriage certificate?
Hil. No, sir! I never thought of that, sir.
Dol. Then, what proof have you?
Hil. Alas, none! But, oh sir! can’t you investigate it? There surely must be a record kept of all marriages. Can’t you get a copy of the church register, where it must have been entered?
Dol. That’s so! I never thought of that! But, my dear girl, that will be a difficult matter, now that the country is in a furore and on the verge of a civil war; and it will cost money to do it, my dear girl; money.
Hil. [Crosses to desk L. 3 E.] Oh, sir! I thought of that! Here are twelve dollars that I saved out of my scanty earnings. Won’t it be enough, sir?
Dol. [Up C.] Enough? Why, it wouldn’t pay for dipping a pen into the ink, to say nothing about the trouble of licking a postage stamp.
Hil. [Sobs.] What shall I do—what shall I do?
Dol. [Taking out handkerchief.] Take up that money and put it in your pocket immediately! I’ll not take a cent of it. I never was so insulted in my life. [Crosses to R.]