(Mary touches Peale on the arm and motions him to go out. He nods understandingly and exits upper R. Mary comes to Rodney.)
Mary. Oh, Rodney, Rodney, it was all my fault. Your father had no idea of the truth—I didn’t understand; I thought you sent for him to help you. I told him about our company. I did it all—betrayed you.
Rodney. But you didn’t mean to: it’s all right, Mary.
Mary. You forgive me?
Rodney. Why, of course: I love you.
Mary. Oh, Rodney, I’m so sorry.
Rodney. (Changing completely. Rises) But if father thinks just because he laced it into me I’m licked, he’s wrong. Maybe I have been a fake but, by George, I won’t be any longer. (Goes down R.)
Mary. You’re really going on? (Goes down L.)
Rodney. When I’ve got you, you bet I am. Say, do you really think a long speech from father and no money to work with are enough to stop me? No, sir; what father said got me for a minute, but I’m not a quitter, and I’ll prove it. There must be something of father in me: I can’t be such a pin-head as I look. I’ll get out of this mess the best way I can, and then I’ll shine shoes or sell peanuts. I’ll start at the bottom instead of finishing there. I’ll make money—I’ll——
Mary. Oh, Rodney, Rodney, now I am proud of you! (She kisses him unexpectedly and heartily)