Pete. Yes, sah; dis way, sah. (Goes towards door, L.; Ruth enters, closes door, and stands before it.)
Ruth. What would you have, Mr. Newcomb?
New. I would speak with the colonel, madam.
Ruth. Not in this house. You have done mischief enough with your treachery. My house shall see no more of it.
New. Harsh words from you, an old friend, Mrs. Graham.
Ruth. Don't call us friends, Mr. Newcomb. The time is past for that. From the first, your presence has been distasteful to me. I tried to be courteous, for you posed as my husband's friend. Now that we know you in your true colors, I can speak freely. I loathe and despise you; leave this house.
New. Excuse me, Mrs. Graham, but your husband has given me his word that he will see me.
Ruth. And you have mine—you shall not see him.
New. You are a clever woman, Mrs. Graham, and though you once scorned my love, I cannot but admire your courage.
Ruth (scornfully). Your love! That is an emotion which has never entered your being. Your heart is too cold and treacherous; it cannot harbor that which is loyal and true. I am only too thankful that I escaped such pretensions.