"
MARGOT (with vigour): "Oh, if he is THAT sort of man, a really
brave fellow, there is only one thing for you both to do!"
MISS MILLER (leaning forward with hands clasped and looking at me
earnestly): "Oh, tell me, tell me!"
MARGOT: "Are you sure he is a man of dash? Is he really unworldly
and devoted? Not afraid of what people say?"
MISS MILLER (eagerly): "No, no! Yes, yes! He would die for me,
indeed he would, and is afraid of no one!"
MARGOT (luring her on): "I expect he is very much afraid of your
father."
MISS MILLER (hesitating): "Papa is so rude to him."
MARGOT (with scorn): "Well, if your major is afraid of your
father, I think nothing of him!" (Slight movement behind the
door.)
MISS MILLER (impulsively): "He is afraid of no one! But Papa never
talks to him."
MARGOT (very deliberately): "Well, there is only one thing for you
to do; and that is to run away!" (Sensation behind the door.)
MISS MILLER (with determination, her eyes sparkling): "If he will
do it, I WILL! But oh, dear! ...What will people say? How they
will talk!"
MARGOT (lightly): "Oh, of course, if you care for what people say,
you will be done all through life!"
MISS MILLER: "Papa would be furious, you know, and would curse
fearfully!"
To this I answered:
"I know your father well and I don't believe he would care a
damn!"
I got up suddenly, as if going to the door, at which there was a
sound of a scuffle in the corridor.
MISS MILLER (alarmed and getting up): "What was that noise? Can
any one have been in the passage? Could they have heard us? Let us
shut the door.
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