Will. I've been thinking about it for the last three days. You see, putting him in the play has brought him back to my thoughts. I've shown him harsh and narrow—but still I realize that I love him. Perhaps he can't help it if he has a bad temper; and if he's stubborn—well, I've been as stubborn as he. I've waited all these years for him to come; and may be it was my place to make the first move. Now he's old—he can't last much longer; and if he died, I'd be sorry all my life that I hadn't been more generous to him. It isn't his money—after all, he's my father. If I have to humble myself somewhere, perhaps I ought to give him the first chance. (A pause.) What do you think?
Peggy. I don't know, Will. It couldn't do any harm, I suppose. (A pause).
Bill (pounds suddenly on door Left). Let me in!
Peggy (leaps up). What's the matter?
Bill (rushes in). Oh! Oh!
Will and Peggy. What is it?
Bill. A man tried to kidnap me!
Will and Peggy. What?
Bill. Tried to—to take me away!
Peggy. Bill!