MISS GODESBY. [_Disagreeably._] So you're in love with Blanche Sterling?
WARDEN. No!
MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, don't tell a lie about it; that will only make
it seem worse.
WARDEN. Well, suppose I were in love with her--what of it?
MISS GODESBY. Nothing; only, my dear Warden, that woman--
WARDEN. [_Interrupts._] Wait a minute! You've got me in a corner, but
knowing half the truth, you mustn't _guess_ the whole. She is even more
ignorant of my love for her than you were ten minutes ago! [MISS GODESBY
_smiles and makes a little satirical exclamation._] You don't believe
that, but I'll _make_ you. I'm going to tell _you_ something I've never
even told myself. I'm going to put you to a big test, because I've got
to. Apparently, I can't help myself; but after all, somehow I believe in
the human nature in you, and you've got it in your power to help or hurt
the woman I love--I say those words aloud for the first time--the woman
I love!
[_He has finished his speech in a lowered tone throbbing with controlled
feeling._
MISS GODESBY. [_Incredulously._] You've never told her?
WARDEN. Never; and you show how little you really know her when you ask
that question! She loves her husband.
MISS GODESBY. I'm not so sure about that!
WARDEN.
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