ANDREW. I can guess.
ELLEN. But you can't; that's—what's so hard! I have to tell you something, and then—— [Slowly.] I must know from your own eyes, from yourself, that you wish to do this, Andrew; that you think it is right.
ANDREW. [Gently.] I guessed that.
ELLEN. This is what I must tell you. It's not just the sickness, it's not only the baby, not the money gone—and all that; it's—it's——
ANDREW. [Murmurs.] My God!
ELLEN. It's what all that brings—the helplessness. I've been insulted. Andy—[Her voice breaks.] I want a protector.
ANDREW. [Taking her in his arms, where she sobs.] There, dear!
ELLEN. [With a low moan.] You know.
ANDREW. I know. Come, now; we'll go.
ELLEN. [Her face lighting up.] Oh! and you dare! It's right?