Dolly. The man's a politician—some big man—and so they'll hunt me out. I'm a stranger, I've no friends, and they'll send me up for a year or two. I wouldn't care; I'm rotten—fit for nothing but the dump-heap. But there's Belle. She's straight, and I must keep her straight.
Jack. Yes, Dolly, we'll keep her straight.
Dolly. I never thought I'd trust another man, Jack. But I think you're decent. Mark this though! (Fiercely.) By the God above, if you ever do Belle any harm, Jack, I'll shoot you dead!
Jack. Dolly! Why talk to me that way? I love her. I've told her that I love her.
Dolly. You mean to marry her?
Jack. Of course.
Dolly (seizes his hand). Jack! And you'll be good to her? (Turns quickly, without waiting for answer.) We must get away from here!
Jack. Wait! Let me think. I know a place where they'll never find us.
Dolly. Where is it?
Jack. I'll take you to it. Get Belle ready.