Graef. Uncle's daughter, (the Deacon's back is turned toward Mrs. D.) and your would-be son-in-law's wife.
Mrs. T. (to Wheeler) Is this true?
Wheeler. I cannot deny it. (bows head. Mrs. T. catches Helen by arm and supports her to sofa as Mrs. D. speaks. Parson B. closes book and crosses to R. of Miss Amelia)
Mrs. D. Alas, it is too true! But I remain such only until the courts sever our relation. (goes to sofa and helps comfort Helen, after casting a longing glance at the Deacon who still stands with back toward her)
Wheeler. (hisses through clenched teeth, to Graef) So I have you to thank for this humiliation, have I?
Graef. Yes, and it is a pleasure I have been anticipating for the past two days.
Wheeler. Then you prepared this plan for my exposure?
Graef. I did.
Wheeler. Have you the effrontery to tell me to my teeth that you deliberately prepared my downfall?
Graef. (coolly) I have.