I stand by what I said as to
keeping quiet, but--well, I'm like any other old maid who hates dust on
her mantelpiece--I'm fidgety not to make some sort of a bluff at putting
this thing on a business basis.
WARDEN. Excuse me, Miss Godesby, I think Sterling ought to know the
truth.
STERLING. _Now_ what?
MISS GODESBY. Well, the truth is, my fool of a brother has kicked up an
infernal row, and refuses to hold his tongue.
STERLING. Then I'm ruined after all!
MISS GODESBY. Wait, I've left him with Mr. Mason. I feel certain I can
assure his silence if I can only show him some sort of an agreement to
pay, an acknowledgment of the--the--affair, signed and sealed.
BLANCHE. Signed by whom?
MISS GODESBY. Your husband and yourself will do.
STERLING. But both names are worthless.
MISS GODESBY. Not as a point of honor.
STERLING. Ah! no, not my wife's.
MISS GODESBY. Nor yours to me. Come along!
[_She goes to the table with_ STERLING, _and unfolding a paper gives it
to him. He signs it._
WARDEN. [_Aside to_ BLANCHE, _apologizing for his presence._] She made
me come--she wouldn't come alone; otherwise I should have waited till
you sent for me.
BLANCHE. It's as well--I've decided. Oh, I wonder if I'm doing wrong.
[_Looking him straight in the face.
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