And they would swear to—to anything.
Hubbard
I doubt not they will know to what to swear.
Starkweather
Margaret, I have told you some, merely some, of the things I shall do. It is not too late. Return the papers, and everything will be forgotten.
Margaret
You would condone this—this adultery. You, who have just said that I was morally unfit to have my own boy, will permit me to retain him. I had never dreamed, father, that your own immorality would descend to such vile depths. Believing this shameful thing of me, you will forgive and forget it all for the sake of a few scraps of paper that stand for money, that stand for a license to rob and steal from the people. Is this your morality—money?
Starkweather
I have my morality. It is not money. I am only a steward; but so highly do I conceive the duties of my stewardship—
Margaret