Ruth. Impossible! the enemy were in front. Only a coward would do so contemptible a deed.
New. True, there are some without honor, Mrs. Graham. Your brother, Roger Carruth, for instance.
Ruth (rising). How dare you, Mr. Newcomb, in my own home, speak so slightingly of my brother? Why have you turned against him? When he was first accused of the crime, you acted as his friend. Since his escape, you never lose an opportunity to taunt me with his downfall.
New. Because the evidence against him has strengthened.
Ruth. Mr. Newcomb, you call yourself friend. I do not believe you. Roger is as innocent of that crime as I am, and you know it. Not content with attempting to overturn my faith in my brother, you have spared no time or trouble to turn the colonel against him. He believes in your friendship so thoroughly, he never thinks to doubt your word.
New. That is as it should be, Mrs. Graham. And, I hope, some day, the colonel's wife will favor me with her confidence.
Ruth. Never. Your very presence is hateful to me, and could I have my wish you would never again cross this threshold. The time will come when Roger's innocence will be proved, and woe to those who are his accusers.
(Enter Polly, R.)
Polly. If you please, Mrs. Graham, the colonel is asking for you.
Ruth. Very well, Polly. (Polly exit.) I fear the walk has been too much for the colonel. Will you excuse me?