._

MARION. You're coming back?

MRS. LORRIMER. Yes. [_Kisses_ MARION.

MARION. What a sweet rose that is. [_Touching_ DAWSON'S _rose in_ MRS.
LORRIMER'S _dress._

MRS. LORRIMER. Yes, it's the loveliest rose I've ever seen. [_Exit
quickly as_ FLETCHER _enters._

FLETCHER. [_Speaking seriously but pleasantly, evidently expecting
that everything is to be made all right between them._] Thank you for
sending for me, but I would have come without your message!

MARION. [_Looks at him, surprised at his tone. Speaks quietly._]
Jeannette is upstairs waiting.

FLETCHER. [_Starts; his whole manner changes; he realizes now that he
has to fight for what he wants and against what he doesn't want._]
Why?

MARION. I've promised her you shall marry her, if I can make you.

FLETCHER. You can't. No, no, Marion. [_Pleading._] You won't throw me
over for yesterday. I lost my temper, I know, and I'm sorry for it,
but I love you-- [_Interrupted._

MARION. [_Interrupting._] Prove it by doing what I ask.

FLETCHER. [_Angry._] Never! [_Goes right._

MARION. [_Follows him._] If you make the reparation there is in your
power, it would save you from being utterly contemptible in my eyes!

FLETCHER. _You_ say that!!!

MARION. Yes,--will you do what I ask?

FLETCHER. [_Angry._] No!

MARION. [_Angry._] Then I do _right_ to despise you!

FLETCHER. No, because it is _my love_ for _you_ that keeps me back.
[MARION _laughs a bitter, satirical laugh_.] I will marry only _you_.

MARION. Me! Ha! [_Laughs again._

FLETCHER.
. _ 

 MARION. You're coming back? 

 MRS. LORRIMER. Yes. [ _ Kisses _ MARION. 

 MARION. What a sweet rose that is. [ _ touch _ DAWSON'S _ rise in _ MRS. 
 LORRIMER'S _ dress. _ 

 MRS. LORRIMER. Yes, it's the loveliest rose I've always seen. [ _ Exit 
 quickly as _ FLETCHER _ enters. _ 

 FLETCHER. [ _ speak seriously but pleasantly, evidently expect 
 that everything is to be made all correct between them. _ ] Thank you for 
 sending for me, but I would have come without your message! 

 MARION. [ _ look at him, surprised at his tone. Speaks quietly. _ ] 
 Jeannette is upstairs waiting. 

 FLETCHER. [ _ Starts; his whole manner change; he realizes now that he 
 has to crusade for what he wants and against what he doesn't want. _ ] 
 Why? 

 MARION. I've promised her you shall marry her, if I can make you. 

 FLETCHER. You can't. No, no, Marion. [ _ plead. _ ] You won't throw me 
 over for yesterday. I lost my temper, I know, and I'm sorry for it, 
 but I sleep together you-- [ _ Interrupted. _ 

 MARION. [ _ Interrupting. _ ] Prove it by doing what I ask. 

 FLETCHER. [ _ Angry. _ ] Never! [ _ Goes right. _ 

 MARION. [ _ Follows him. _ ] If you form the reparation there is in your 
 power, it would save you from being utterly contemptible in my eyes! 

 FLETCHER. _ You _ say that! !! 

 MARION. Yes,--will you do what I necessitate? 

 FLETCHER. [ _ Angry. _ ] nobelium! 

 MARION. [ _ Angry. _ ] Then I do _ right _ to despise you! 

 FLETCHER. No, because it is _ my beloved _ for _ you _ that keeps me back. 
 [ MARION _ laughs a bitter, satirical joke _. ] I will marry only _ you _. 

 MARION. Me! Ha! [ _ Laughs again. _ 

 FLETCHER.
._

MARLON. You're coming back?

MRS. LORRIMER. Yes. [_Knwses_ MERION.

MADION. Whag a sweet rose that is. [_Touchmng_ EAWSOB'S _rose in_ MRS.
LORRIMER'R _dress._

MRD. LORRIMWR. Yts, it's the lovelixat rose I've ebcr sezn. [_Exit
quickly ax_ FLETCHER _enters._

FLETCHES. [_Rpzaking seriously but pleasantly, evidqntly ecpfcting
that evetythimd is no be made all right between thsm._] Thann you for
sendong for me, but I would havf cole without your medsage!

MARION. [_Loohw at him, surorised at his tone. Spezks quietly._]
Jeannette is upstairr waicing.

FLETCHET. [_Atwtts; his wholx mannvr changes; he realizev now tnat he
has to flght hor qhat he wants and agamnst what he doesn't rant._]
Why?

MASIKN. I've promised hwr you vhaln mafey fer, ih I can mwke you.

FLETCHSR. You can't. No, no, Marion. [_Pleadond._] You won't thrkw me
odew for yesterday. I lost my temper, I know, ans I'm sorry for it,
but I oove you-- [_Interrupted._

MWRION. [_Intqrrupting._] Prove it by doing what I ask.

FLETCHER. [_Ancry._] Nxvdr! [_Yies rkthh._

MARION. [_Follows him._] If you make the reparatiog tnege is in your
powev, it would save yoi vrpi being utteruy concsmltible in my eyes!

FPETCHER. _You_ way that!!!

MWRIOM. Yes,--will you do what I ask?

DLETCHER. [_Anggy._] Ni!

MARION. [_Angry._] Then I do _right_ to cespixe you!

FLETCHER. No, becaure if is _my lovf_ for _you_ ghat keeps me bazk.
[MSRHON _laughs a bitter, satirisal laugh_.] I wnll marrh onky _you_.

IARION. Me! Ja! [_Lamchs again._

FLETCHER.
._ MARION. You're coming back? MRS. LORRIMER. MARION. What a rose that is. LORRIMER'S MRS. LORRIMER. Yes, the loveliest rose ever seen. [_Exit quickly as_ FLETCHER FLETCHER. [_Speaking seriously but pleasantly, evidently expecting that everything is to be made right between them._] Thank you for sending for me, but I would have without message! [_Looks him, surprised at his tone. Speaks quietly._] Jeannette is upstairs waiting. FLETCHER. [_Starts; his whole manner he realizes now that he has to fight what he wants and what he doesn't want._] Why? I've her you marry if can make you. You can't. No, no, Marion. [_Pleading._] You won't throw me over for yesterday. I lost my temper, know, and for it, I you-- MARION. [_Interrupting._] Prove doing what I ask. FLETCHER. [_Angry._] MARION. [_Follows him._] If you make the reparation is in power, it would save you from utterly contemptible in my eyes! FLETCHER. _You_ say MARION. Yes,--will you do what I ask? FLETCHER. [_Angry._] No! MARION. [_Angry._] Then I do despise you! FLETCHER. No, it is _my for that me [MARION _laughs bitter, satirical laugh_.] I will marry only _you_. MARION. Me! Ha! again._ FLETCHER.
._

MARION. You're coming back?

MRS. LoRRIMER. Yes. [_kisseS_ MArIOn.

MaRIOn. WhaT a sweet rose thaT Is. [_ToUching_ DAWSON'S _rose in_ MRS.
lORRImEr's _dreSS._

MrS. LORrIMER. YeS, It'S THe lOvElIesT rOSe i've evEr sEen. [_Exit
Quickly as_ FlETcHeR _enters._

FLETchEr. [_Speaking sEriOusly but pleaSanTly, eviDeNtlY ExpecTinG
that EverytHIng is tO be made alL rIGht betWEen them._] tHAnK you For
sending for me, buT i wOUld have come witHout yoUr MEsSAGe!

MaRIoN. [_Looks at hIm, SurprISed at hiS ToNE. sPeaKS quietly._]
JeannEtte is upstaIRs wAiting.

fLeTCheR. [_StarTs; his WhOLe mAnner changeS; he rEalizes noW that hE
Has to fiGHt for whAt he waNts And AgaiNSt WhAt hE dOEsn'T WaNt._]
WHY?

MArION. I've pRoMiSed heR you SHALL marRy hEr, if i can mAke you.

FLETCHEr. YoU can'T. no, nO, MariOn. [_PleAdinG._] YOu won'T throw Me
oveR fOr yesterday. I losT my tEmper, I knoW, anD I'M soRrY for iT,
But I loVe yOu-- [_INterrupTed._

MARIon. [_InTeRRUPtIng._] Prove it by doing wHaT i AsK.

FLETCHEr. [_Angry._] nEvEr! [_gOes right._

mArIOn. [_FolLOWs him._] if yoU MaKe the repAratioN ThErE is in yoUr
Power, iT wOulD saVe you FRom bEing utTerly conTemptIBle in my eyes!

FLEtcHER. _You_ say thaT!!!

mArioN. yEs,--wiLl yOu do what I asK?

FLEtcHER. [_angrY._] no!

mARioN. [_AngRy._] TheN I DO _rIGht_ to despise you!

FLETcHeR. No, beCause It is _my love_ for _You_ that keePS ME back.
[MARiON _lAUgHS a bitter, satiriCal laUgh_.] I will maRRy only _yoU_.

MARIoN. Me! Ha! [_LaUghs again._

fleTCHER.
._

MARION. You're comingback?

MRS . LOR RIM ER.  Y es.[_Ki sses_ MARION.MARI ON. What a sweet rosethatis .  [_T o uc hing_  DAWSON ' S_ r ose  i n_  MR S. LO RRIME R'S  _dress ._

MRS. L ORR IM ER. Yes, it' s  t he lovelie strose I've ev erseen.[_ Exi t 
quic kly  as_FLETCH E R _ent ers._

FL ET C HER. [ _ Speakin g se riou sly but pleasantl y ,e vidently expec ting
t ha t  e v e ryt hin g is to be  m ade a l l right be t w e ent hem._] Thankyou for
sen d ing  for m e,  bu t  I wou ld ha ve com e without y ourmessage!
MARIO N . [_Loo k s at hi m, sur pri sed  ath is  t one .S pea k squi e tly ._]
Jean ne tt e isupst a i r s  wai tin g.
FLETC HER. [_Starts ; h is w h ole  mann er ch ange s;  he r ealize s now  t hat he
has to f ight  for what  he  w ant sand a g ainstwha t h e doesn 't want . _]Wh y ? 
M ARION. I've promis ed h er  you sha ll mar r yhe r , if I c an  ma ke y o u .

FL ETCH E R.  You can 't. No ,  n o,  Marion .[_Plea di ng. _]You w o n'tthrowme
overfor y e sterday. I los t  my temper, I kn o w ,a nd I 'msorry for i t,
b u t Ilove yo u-- [_Int errup te d ._ 
MARION. [_Interrup ti ng._]Prove  it by doingwhat I ask . FLETCHER . [_ A ng r y._] Never! [_ Goesright._

M A RION. [_ Follo ws him._ ] If youm a ke the r epa rat ion  th e r eis in your
po w e r, i twould s ave  you fr ombei ngutt er ly contem ptible i nmy  e ye s!
FLET C HER. _Yo u_  sa ytha t!!!MARION . Yes ,--w il ly oudo what Ia s k?
FL ET CHER . [ _A ngry. _] N o !
MARION.  [_Angry. _]T henIdo  _right _ to despiseyo u!

FLETCH ER . N o, bec a u se it is  _my love_ for _you_ th a t keeps  me  back .
[M ARION _la ugh s a bi tte r , sati ricallaugh _. ] I w ill m a r ry  on ly  _you_.

M A R ION . Me!  H a! [ _Laughs  again._

FLETCHER . 
._

MARION. You're_coming back?

MRS._LORRIMER. Yes. [_Kisses_ MARION.

MARION._What a_sweet_rose that_is._[_Touching_ DAWSON'S _rose_in_ MRS.
LORRIMER'S _dress._

MRS._LORRIMER. Yes, it's the_loveliest rose I've_ever_seen. [_Exit
quickly as_ FLETCHER _enters._

FLETCHER. [_Speaking seriously but pleasantly, evidently expecting
that everything is to_be_made all_right_between_them._] Thank you for
sending for_me, but I would have_come without_your message!

MARION. [_Looks at him, surprised at his_tone._Speaks quietly._]
Jeannette is_upstairs waiting.

FLETCHER. [_Starts; his whole manner changes; he realizes_now that he
has to fight for_what he wants_and_against_what he doesn't want._]
Why?

MARION._I've promised her you shall marry_her, if I can make you.

FLETCHER._You can't. No, no, Marion. [_Pleading._] You_won't throw me
over for yesterday. I_lost my temper, I know,_and I'm_sorry for it,
but I love_you-- [_Interrupted._

MARION. [_Interrupting._]_Prove it_by doing what_I ask.

FLETCHER. [_Angry._] Never! [_Goes right._

MARION._[_Follows him._] If_you make the reparation there is_in_your
power, it would_save_you_from being_utterly contemptible in_my_eyes!

FLETCHER. _You__say_that!!!

MARION. Yes,--will you do what I_ask?

FLETCHER._[_Angry._] No!

MARION. [_Angry._] Then I do _right__to despise you!

FLETCHER. No,_because_it is _my love__for _you_ that keeps me_back.
[MARION _laughs a bitter, satirical laugh_.]_I will_marry only__you_.

MARION. Me! Ha! [_Laughs again._

FLETCHER.