Col. And to think, Ruth, that this was all for revenge. Thank Heaven, he did not succeed in winning the heart that, full of love and noble devotion, has been my inspiration in my darkest hours. (Embraces her; music ceases.)
Ruth. Yet you will see Newcomb again.
Col. He wishes to compromise. (Rises.) Ruth, how pale you look. When are the roses coming back to your cheeks?
Ruth. When all is well with Roger, and you are happy again.
Col. My heart will not be lighter until I ask Roger's forgiveness for doubting him. I wonder why he does not return?
Ruth. He is seeking more evidence to clear his name.
Col. I am going to my study, Ruth. My head feels heavy; perhaps a short sleep will refresh me. Ruth, you too have much to forgive. I have doubted your brother.
Ruth. But not in your heart, Gordon. I have always been sure of that.
Col. Thank Heaven that my harsh words have not crushed out all your faith. (Exeunt Colonel and Ruth, L.; enter Potts and Dorothy, R.)
Dor. Go on, Pinky, I am just dying to hear.