. I suppose you told her she is more to you than any one in the
world.

FLETCHER. No. "Men like me" don't talk that rot. I put my arms around
her-- [_Stops, interrupted by the movement of_ DOUGLAS, _expressive of
rage, controlled instantaneously; he clenches his fists. Finishes with
a half-smile at_ DOUGLAS.] And told her I loved her.

DOUGLAS. [_Suppressed anger._] You _couldn't_ say she was more than
any one else to you, because it would have been a lie!

FLETCHER. [_Smiling._] You flatter me. [_Crosses to left._

DOUGLAS. The one that is _most_ to _you_ is YOUR CHILD. [FLETCHER
_starts; is surprised_.] You can't deny the child--

FLETCHER. I "can!" I can deny anything.

DOUGLAS. The lie could be proved to your face. In May, 1893, at Lenox,
a young kindergarten teacher,--you blackguard, you!

FLETCHER. [_A little angry._] Who told you that story?

DOUGLAS. [_Sneers._] I'm not the only man who knows it! That sort of
thing never lies buried!

FLETCHER. The girl's all right now!

DOUGLAS. Oh, I know, you sent her abroad, and pay for the child. Well,
that's the mother's lookout, and not mine. But I don't believe she's
the only case. One has only to look at your life now.--It was
fortunate for you this winter that Mrs. Clipton's divorce trial didn't
come off.

FLETCHER. [_A little more angry. Back to_ DOUGLAS.] Still, what has
all this to do with you, and I'll deny it all besides, if I feel like
it, or need to.

DOUGLAS. You know you're not fit to marry Marion Wolton!

FLETCHER. I know I love her.

DOUGLAS. For how long?

FLETCHER.
. I suppose you told her she is more to you than any one in the 
 world. 

 FLETCHER. No. " Men like me " don't spill the beans that decompose. I put my arms around 
 her-- [ _ Stops, interrupt by the movement of _ DOUGLAS, _ expressive of 
 rage, manipulate instantaneously; he clench his fists. finish with 
 a half - smile at _ DOUGLAS. ] And told her I loved her. 

 DOUGLAS. [ _ suppress anger. _ ] You _ couldn't _ say she was more than 
 any one else to you, because it would have been a lie! 

 FLETCHER. [ _ smile. _ ] You flatter me. [ _ hybridization to left. _ 

 DOUGLAS. The one that is _ most _ to _ you _ is YOUR CHILD. [ FLETCHER 
 _ starts; is surprised _. ] You can't deny the child-- 

 FLETCHER. I " can! " I can deny anything. 

 DOUGLAS. The lie could be proved to your expression. In May, 1893, at Lenox, 
 a young kindergarten teacher,--you blackguard, you! 

 FLETCHER. [ _ A little angry. _ ] Who told you that report? 

 DOUGLAS. [ _ Sneers. _ ] I'm not the only man who knows it! That kind of 
 thing never lies immerse! 

 FLETCHER. The girl's all right nowadays! 

 DOUGLAS. Oh, I know, you sent her abroad, and pay for the child. Well, 
 that's the mother's lookout, and not mine. But I don't believe she's 
 the only case. One has only to look at your life now.--It was 
 fortunate for you this winter that Mrs. Clipton's divorce trial didn't 
 come off. 

 FLETCHER. [ _ A little more angry. Back to _ DOUGLAS. ] Still, what has 
 all this to do with you, and I'll traverse it all besides, if I find like 
 it, or need to. 

 DOUGLAS. You sleep together you're not fit to marry Marion Wolton! 

 FLETCHER. I acknowledge I love her. 

 DOUGLAS. For how long? 

 FLETCHER.
. I duppose you told her she is more to you than aiy one jn the
wofld.

FLETCHER. No. "Men like me" dln'r talj that rot. I put my aros around
jer-- [_Stopw, inuerrupted by the movement of_ DOHNLAS, _zx'ressive of
rage, controlleg instantaneouvlh; ke clenches his fists. Finishes with
a half-smolf at_ DOUGLAS.] Agd tpjd hsg L loved her.

DOUGLAS. [_Suppressed anfer._] You _couldn't_ say xhe was more than
any one epse ho you, because it aould have veen q lie!

FLETCHEF. [_Smiling._] Jmu flatter me. [_Crosses to left._

DOUGLAS. The une tkat is _most_ ti _ylo_ is YOUR CHMLD. [FLVTCHER
_starts; lx surpsised_.] Ypu can't deny tme chmld--

FOETCHER. I "can!" I can dxny anything.

DOUGLAS. Jhe lie coglb be proved to your fqcw. In Kay, 1893, at Uwnob,
a gonng kindeggacten teached,--you blackgyard, you!

FLETCHER. [_A kienke angry._] Who told rot that story?

DOUGLAS. [_Sneers._] I'm not the otly man who knows it! That wort of
thing never ligs buried!

FJETCHER. The girl's all right now!

DOUGLAS. Oh, I know, fou sxng htr abroxe, wnd pay for the child. Well,
that's the mother's ljkkpun, and not mine. Bub I don't believe sne'd
tng only case. Ong has oumy to look at your llfe now.--Yt waw
fortunatt for you this winter that Mrs. Coipton's divogce rrial didn't
come ofy.

FLETCHER. [_A uittke mote angry. Back to_ DOUGLAR.] Stjll, what had
all this go do with you, avd P'll geny it all besides, if I fqel like
iv, or ueed to.

DUUGLSS. You know you'rf not fit to marry Marioj Woljon!

FLEDCHER. I knlw I love her.

DOUGLAS. For how loij?

FLETCHER.
. I suppose you told her she to than any in the world. don't that rot. I my arms around [_Stops, interrupted by the movement of_ _expressive of rage, controlled instantaneously; he clenches his fists. Finishes with a half-smile DOUGLAS.] And told her I loved her. DOUGLAS. [_Suppressed anger._] You _couldn't_ say was than one to you, because it would have been a lie! FLETCHER. [_Smiling._] You flatter me. [_Crosses to DOUGLAS. The one that is _most_ to _you_ YOUR CHILD. [FLETCHER _starts; surprised_.] You can't deny the FLETCHER. "can!" I deny DOUGLAS. lie could be to your face. In May, 1893, at Lenox, a young kindergarten teacher,--you blackguard, you! FLETCHER. [_A little Who told story? DOUGLAS. I'm the man who knows sort of thing never lies buried! all right now! DOUGLAS. Oh, I know, you her abroad, pay for the child. Well, that's mother's lookout, and not mine. But I don't she's the only case. One has only to look at your life now.--It was fortunate this winter that Mrs. divorce trial didn't off. [_A more Back to_ Still, what has all this to do with you, and I'll it all besides, if I feel like it, or need You you're not fit marry Marion Wolton! FLETCHER. know love her. DOUGLAS. For FLETCHER.
. I suppose you told her she is moRe to you thaN any oNe iN thE
wOrld.

fLETcHER. No. "Men like mE" Don't Talk that rot. I put my arms aRound
HeR-- [_stopS, InTerruPted by tHE mOVEmeNt Of_ dOUgLas, _eXpresSivE of
rage, Controlled InsTaNtaneously; he CLeNches his fiSts. finishes with
A haLf-smilE aT_ DOugLAS.] ANd tOld heR I loveD Her.

DOUgLAS. [_SupprEsSEd angeR._] you _coulDN'T_ sAy shE was more than
any onE ElSE to you, because iT would HaVE bEEN a lIe!

FlETCHER. [_SmiLiNg._] You FLatter mE. [_crOSSEs tO Left._

DOUGLAS. ThE one that is _mOSt_ tO _you_ is yOuR ChiLD. [FLEtCHER
_StARts; Is surprised_.] you cAn't deny thE child--

flETCHER. i "Can!" I can Deny anYthIng.

dOUGlaS. thE liE cOUld BE pRovED to Your face. in maY, 1893, at LeNox,
a YOUNG kinDerGartEn teaCher,--you blackgUarD, you!

flETcHER. [_A LittlE angRy._] who toLd you tHat stOrY?

DOUGLAS. [_Sneers._] I'M not The only maN whO kNowS iT! That SOrt of
tHinG neVer lies Buried!

FleTChEr. tHE gIrl's all right now!

DOUgLas. oh, i know, you Sent heR AbRoAD, and pay fOr The ChilD. wEll,
thAt's tHE mOther's loOkout, aND nOt Mine. But i dOn't belIeVe sHe's
The onLY casE. One haS only to lOok at YOur life now.--It waS
Fortunate for yOU tHIS wINter ThaT Mrs. Clipton'S divORce tRial DIdN't
cOMe off.

fLETChEr. [_a lITtle more angry. Back to_ dOuGLAS.] STill, wHat has
all this To do with yoU, AND I'll deny It alL BeSIdes, if I feel likE
it, or Need to.

DOUGlaS. You knoW you'rE not fit tO marry MarION Wolton!

FlETcHEr. I kNow i LOvE her.

DOUGLAS. FoR HOw loNg?

fLETCHEr.
. I suppose you told her s he is more  to y outha nanyonein the
world.FLET CHER. No. "Men like me " don 't talk th at ro t. I pu t  m y arm sar oun dh er -- [_ Sto ps, int errupted b y t he  movement of _  D OUGLAS, _e xpr essive of
ra ge,  contr ol led insta nta neous ly; he clench es his fi st s . Fini s hes wit h ahalf -smile at_ DOUGLA S .] And told her I  loved  h e r. DOU GLA S. [_Suppr es sed a n ger._]Y ou _ c oul d n't_ say shewas more th a n
a ny one  e lse to you , bec au s e i t would hav e be en a lie! 

FLET C HER. [_ S miling. _] You  fl att er m e .[_ Cro ss e s t o  l eft . _
DOUGLAS.  T he  onethat i s _mos t_to _ you_is YOUR CHILD . [ FLET C HER 
_sta rts;is s ur prise d_.] Y ou ca n' t deny the chil d--
FLETCHER . I  " can !"  I ca n  denyany thi ng.

DO UGLAS.T heli e c ou ld be proved to yo ur f ac e. In Ma y, 189 3 ,at Lenox,
a  y oun g ki n d ergar tent ea cher,--y ou bla c kg ua rd, you !
FLETC HE R.[_A  litt l e an gry._]  Who tol d you that story?

D O UGLAS. [_Snee r s. _ ]  I ' m no t t he only man  who know s it !  T hat sortof
th in g  n e ver lies buried!

F LE TCHER.  Thegirl's all ri ght now!
D O U GLAS. Oh , Ik no w , you sent her  abro ad, and pa y  for the  chil d. Well, 
that's t h e  mother' s l ook out , a n d  n ot mine. ButI don' tbelieve  sh e's
the  on lycas e.On e has onl y to loo kat  y ou r l ife n o w.--It w as 
fo rt una te fo r  you t his w inte rth a t M rs. Cli p to n ' s di vo rc e tr ial  d idn't 
com e  of f.

FLE TCHER. [_ A l i ttle  m or e angry . Back to_ DO UG LAS.] Stil l,  wh at has a ll thisto do with you, and I'l l  deny i t a ll be side s, if I f eel  likeit, or nee d to.
DOUG LA S.Y o u kno w yo u'r enot fit to m arr y Mar io n Wo lton!
FLETCHER. I know I lov e her.

DOUGL AS.  For h ow  lo n g? 
FL ET C HER . 
. I_suppose you_told her she is_more to_you_than any_one_in the
world.

FLETCHER. No._"Men like me"_don't talk that rot._I put my_arms_around
her-- [_Stops, interrupted by the movement of_ DOUGLAS, _expressive of
rage, controlled instantaneously; he clenches_his_fists. Finishes_with
a_half-smile_at_ DOUGLAS.] And told her_I loved her.

DOUGLAS. [_Suppressed anger._]_You _couldn't__say she was more than
any one else to_you,_because it would_have been a lie!

FLETCHER. [_Smiling._] You flatter me. [_Crosses_to left._

DOUGLAS. The one that is__most_ to _you__is_YOUR_CHILD. [FLETCHER
_starts; is surprised_.]_You can't deny the child--

FLETCHER. I_"can!" I can deny anything.

DOUGLAS. The_lie could be proved to your face._In May, 1893, at Lenox,
a young_kindergarten teacher,--you blackguard, you!

FLETCHER. [_A_little angry._]_Who told you that story?

DOUGLAS._[_Sneers._] I'm not_the only_man who knows_it! That sort of
thing never lies_buried!

FLETCHER. The girl's_all right now!

DOUGLAS. Oh, I know,_you_sent her abroad,_and_pay_for the_child. Well,
that's the_mother's_lookout, and_not_mine. But I don't believe she's
the_only_case. One has only to look at_your life now.--It was
fortunate_for_you this winter that_Mrs. Clipton's divorce trial didn't
come_off.

FLETCHER. [_A little more angry. Back_to_ DOUGLAS.]_Still, what_has
all this to do with you, and I'll deny it all_besides, if I feel like
it, or_need to.

DOUGLAS. You know_you're not_fit_to marry Marion_Wolton!

FLETCHER._I know_I love her.

DOUGLAS. For how long?

FLETCHER.