CINDERELLA. What! Then why do you not tell the truth?
MARION. It’s my pride keeps me from telling. I would rather be thought to be the wrong ’un he likes than the wife the law makes him help.
CINDERELLA. Is that pride?
MARION. It’s all the pride that’s left to me.
CINDERELLA. I’m awful sorry for you, but I can’t think of no advice to give you.
MARION. It’s not advice I want.
CINDERELLA. What is it then?
MARION. It’s pity. I fling back all the gutter words they fling at me, but my heart, Cinders, is wet at times. It’s wet for one to pity me.
CINDERELLA. I pity you.
MARION. You’ll tell nobody?