OLLIVANT. Or you met some man there and....
MARY. No.
OLLIVANT. There is some man.
MARY. Why a man?
OLLIVANT. Damn them; I know them. [Breaking.] Good God, Mary, dear, you haven't ...? Answer me, daughter.
MARY. [Calmly.] No, there's been no need of that.
[He has been violently shaken at the thought, looks at her intently, believes her, and then continues in a subdued manner.
OLLIVANT. Then who helped you? Ben?
MARY. How could he help me? Are men the only ones who help women?
EMILY. [Quietly.] Tell him, Mary; it's best now.