Sud [enthusiastically]. Ah! She's pure Ivory—a chip off the old block!
Ivory. That is not all. Inkwell represents the brick-layers; he will continue the strike unless I can buy him off.
[Sud goes up right, to be behind them. Faces them. Follows every line in his manuscript.]
Miss Ivory. And you can't raise the money?
Ivory. He doesn't want money. He wants to marry you! He will stop at nothing to get me into prison—any place to crush me—he has power. I have cause to fear him.
[Ivory at right.]
Miss Ivory [at left. In distress]. Oh! Oh!—How terrible—how terrible—what am I to say! Oh—father—and I can save you? And I hesitate? Yes—yes—I will—father!
[Rushes to Ivory's arms.]
Ivory. Oh! My daughter! My child! My child!
Miss Ivory. Yes, father, I will, cost me what it may. I will.