LAURA. You need not wait at all. You could go right ahead with your own plans. Meantime, I can go to my father... I will have tonight to plead with him, and tomorrow morning you will know if I have succeeded.
JACK. Very well... I will consent to that.
LAURA. Let Mr. Montague come to my father's office tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. I shall not give him up... even if I have to follow him there! And now... good-bye... [Starts toward the door, breaks down and cries.] Thank you! Thank you!
[Stretches out her hands to them.]
MONTAGUE. [Springing toward her.] Miss Hegan!
LAURA. Give me a little courage! Tell me you think I shall succeed!
MONTAGUE. [Seizing her hand.] I believe you will, Miss Hegan!
LAURA. Ah! Thank you!
MONTAGUE. [Kisses her hand; tries to speak; overcome.] Good-bye!
LAURA. [Exit.] Ah, God!