OLLIVANT. So it was all my fault?
MARY. It isn't anybody's fault; it's just a fact. I knew from that day what I wanted to do. I wanted to act—to create. I don't care whether I play a leading lady or a scrub-woman, if I can do it with truth and beauty.
OLLIVANT. Well, you haven't done much of either, have you? What have you got to show for our unhappiness? What have you got ahead of you?
MARY. Nothing—definite.
OLLIVANT. [Incredulously.] Yet, you're going to keep at it?
MARY. Yes.
OLLIVANT. What do you think of that, Emily?
MARY. I am going to the city Monday.
OLLIVANT. [Persistently.] But what will you do when you get there?
MARY. What I've done before: hunt a job, tramp the streets, call at the offices, be snubbed and insulted by office-boys—keep at it till I get something to do.