Deacon. How lovely she appears. Still waiting for me. While I have been sleeping, she, like the grand noble creature that she is, has been patiently waiting my coming, no doubt considering each moment an hour. What a beautiful picture the sentiment of love in woman presents! (goes to sofa, sits R.) Have I kept you waiting long, my darling? It was not my fault. Pete forgot to call me. You'll forgive me, my love, won't you? (edging nearer)
Pete. (in muffled tone of voice) I—I—don't know.
Deacon. Oh, yes, you will. I know you will. Amelia,—you will let me call you by your beautiful first name, won't you?—ever since my wife died, I've been looking for another angel to take her place. I have at last found her. Can't you guess who it is? (pause) I mean you. Oh, Amelia, I love you—love you dearly, tenderly, most devotedly. Do you doubt me?
Pete. No—no—only——
Deacon. Only what, my love? (draws close to Pete's side) Don't be afraid to tell me. Hereafter I expect to help you bear all your trials and sorrows. What a blissful abode of love our home will be. (tenderly) You surely love me a little, don't you?
Pete. No,—yes—I mean that——
Deacon. (placing arm around Pete) Oh, you precious darling! You mean that in time you may be able to love and marry me. I'm the happiest man on earth. (tries to pull Pete gently toward him. Pete resists faintly) Nothing is now wanting to make my earthly lot a foretaste of the bliss of Paradise, but one little kiss from your sweet lips, and the coveted honor of leading you to the altar. You won't refuse me the boon of one kiss, will you, dear? (attempts to raise Pete's head)
Pete. (yielding) Yo' are puffec'ly irresistible! (rests head upon the Deacon's shoulder; keeps face well averted) Do yo' really and truly love me?
Deacon. (warmly) As truly as the sun shines.
Pete. Then kiss me. (quickly turning, he throws both arms around the Deacon's neck and gives him a loud kiss. Springing to feet, he exits quickly D. C.)