Bart—I can't. She has threatened to do something desperate. There will be a scandal.
King—Forget it!
Bart—I wish I could, but suppose she shoots herself, or takes poison?
King—That sounds pleasant.
Bart—I didn't know she loved me, I protest I didn't.
King—Cut out the heroics.
Bart—She's mad about me, and I didn't understand till too late.
King—(Firmly.) Too late! You scuttle back to town, get a license, and marry her.
Bart—I came to the city to earn money to marry a girl back home, and I'll marry her, or no one.
King—Winning a girl's love, and throwing her over, is cheap sport. I'm disappointed in you, Bart. I didn't know you were that kind of a chap.