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SCENE: In an upper chamber of a boardinghouse in Melanchthon Place, Boston, a mature, plain young

lady, with every appearance of establishing herself in the room for the first time, moves about, bestowing

little touches of decoration here and there, and talking with another young lady, whose voice comes through

the open doorway of an inner room.

MISS ETHEL REED, from within: "What in the world are you doing, Nettie?"

MISS HENRIETTA SPAULDING: "Oh, sticking up a household god or two. What are you doing?"

MISS REED: "Despairing."

MISS SPAULDING: "Still?"

MISS REED, tragically: "Still! How soon did you expect me to stop? I am here on the sofa, where I flung

myself two hours ago, and I don't think I shall ever get up. There is no reason WHY I ever should."

MISS SPAULDING, suggestively: "Dinner."

MISS REED: "Oh, dinner! Dinner, to a broken heart!"

MISS SPAULDING: "I don't believe your heart is broken."

MISS REED: "But I tell you it is! I ought to know when my own heart is broken, I should hope. What makes

you think it isn't?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Oh, it's happened so often!"

MISS REED: "But this is a real case. You ought to feel my forehead. It's as hot!"

MISS SPAULDING: "You ought to get up and help me put this room to rights, and then you would feel

better."

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MISS REED: "No; I should feel worse. The idea of household gods makes me sick. Sylvan deities are what I

want; the great god Pan among the cattails and arrowheads in the 'ma'sh' at Ponkwasset; the dryads of the

birch woodsthere are no oaks; the nymphs that haunt the heights and hollows of the dear old mountain;

the"

MISS SPAULDING: "Whaaat? I can't hear a word you say."

MISS REED: "That's because you keep fussing about so. Why don't you be quiet, if you want to hear?" She

lifts her voice to its highest pitch, with a pause for distinctness between the words: "I'm heart broken

forPonkwasset. The dryadsof thebirch woods. The nymphsand the greatgodPanin the

reedsby the river. And allthatsort ofthing!"

MISS SPAULDING: "You know very well you're not."

MISS REED: "I'm not? What's the reason I'm not? Then, what am I heartbroken for?"

MISS SPAULDING: "You're not heartbroken at all. You know very well that he'll call before we've been

here twentyfour hours."

MISS REED: "Who?"

MISS SPAULDING: "The great god Pan."

MISS REED: "Oh, how cruel you are, to mock me so! Come in here, and sympathize a little! Do, Nettie."

MISS SPAULDING: "No; you come out here and utilize a little. I'm acting for your best good, as they say at

Ponkwasset."

MISS REED: "When they want to be disagreeable!"

MISS SPAULDING: "If this room isn't in order by the time he calls, you'll be everlastingly disgraced."

MISS REED: "I'm that now. I can't be more sothere's that comfort. What makes you think he'll call?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Because he's a gentleman, and will want to apologize. He behaved very rudely to

you."

MISS REED: "No, Nettie; _I_ behaved rudely to HIM. Yes! Besides, if he behaved rudely, he was no

gentleman. It's a contradiction in terms, don't you see? But I'll tell you what I'm going to do if he comes. I'm

going to show a proper spirit for once in my life. I'm going to refuse to see him. You've got to see him."

MISS SPAULDING: "Nonsense!"

MISS REED: "Why nonsense? Oh, why? Expound!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Because he wasn't rude to me, and he doesn't want to see me. Because I'm plain, and

you're pretty."

MISS REED: "I'm NOT! You know it perfectly well. I'm hideous."

MISS SPAULDING: "Because I'm poor, and you're a person of independent property."

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MISS REED: "DEPENDENT property, I should call it: just enough to be useless on! But that's insulting to

HIM. How can you say it's because I have a little money?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Well, then, I won't. I take it back. I'll say it's because you're young, and I'm old."

MISS REED: "You're NOT old. You're as young as anybody, Nettie Spaulding. And you know I'm not

young; I'm twentyseven, if I'm a day. I'm just dropping into the grave. But I can't argue with you, miles off

so, any longer." Miss Reed appears at the open door, dragging languidly after her the shawl which she had

evidently drawn round her on the sofa; her fair hair is a little disordered, and she presses it into shape with

one hand as she comes forward; a lovely flush vies with a heavenly pallor in her cheeks; she looks a little

pensive in the arching eyebrows, and a little humorous about the dimpled mouth. "Now I can prove that you

are entirely wrong. Where were you?This room is rather an improvement over the one we had last

winter. There is more of a view"she goes to the window"of the houses across the Place; and I always

think the swell front gives a pretty shape to a room. I'm sorry they've stopped building them. Your piano goes

very nicely into that little alcove. Yes, we're quite palatial. And, on the whole, I'm glad there's no fireplace.

It's a pleasure at times; but for the most part it's a vanity and a vexation, getting dust and ashes over

everything. Yes; after all, give me the good oldfashioned, clean, convenient register! Ugh! My feet are like

ice." She pulls an easychair up to the register in the corner of the room, and pushes open its valves with the

toe of her slipper. As she settles herself luxuriously in the chair, and poises her feet daintily over the register:

"Ah, this is something like! Henrietta Spaulding, ma'am! Did I ever tell you that you were the best friend I

have in the world?"

MISS SPAULDING, who continues her work of arranging the room: "Often."

MISS REED: "Did you ever believe it?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Never."

MISS REED: "Why?"

MISS SPAULDING, thoughtfully regarding a vase which she holds in her hand, after several times shifting

it from a bracket to the corner of her piano and back: "I wish I could tell where you do look best!"

MISS REED, leaning forward wistfully, with her hands clasped and resting on her knees: "I wish you would

tell me WHY you don't believe you're the best friend I have in the world."

MISS SPAULDING, finally placing the vase on the bracket: "Because you've said so too often."

MISS REED: "Oh, that's no reason! I can prove to you that you are. Who else but you would have taken in a

homeless and friendless creature like me, and let her stay bothering round in demoralizing idleness, while you

were seriously teaching the young idea how to drub the piano?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Anybody who wanted a roommate as much as I did, and could have found one

willing to pay more than her share of the lodging."

MISS REED, thoughtfully: "Do you think so, Henrietta?"

MISS SPAULDING: "I know so."

MISS REED: "And you're not afraid that you wrong yourself?"

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MISS SPAULDING: "Not the least."

MISS REED: "Well, be it soas they say in novels. I will not contradict you; I will not say you are my

BEST friend; I will merely say that you are my ONLY friend. Come here, Henrietta. Draw up your chair, and

put your little hand in mine."

MISS SPAULDING, with severe distrust: "What do you want, Ethel Reed?"

MISS REED: "I wantI wantto talk it over with you."

MISS SPAULDING, recoiling: "I knew it! Well, now, we've talked it over enough; we've talked it over till

there's nothing left of it."

MISS REED: "Oh, there's everything left! It remains in all its original enormity. Perhaps we shall get some

new light upon it." She extends a pleading hand towards Miss Spaulding. "Come, Henrietta, my only friend,

shake!as the 'good Indians' say. Let your Ethel pour her hackneyed sorrows into your bosom. Such an

uncomfortable image, it always seems, doesn't it, pouring sorrows into bosoms! Come!"

MISS SPAULDING, decidedly: "No, I won't! And you needn't try wheedling any longer. I won't sympathize

with you on that basis at all."

MISS REED: "What shall I try, then, if you won't let me try wheedling?"

MISS SPAULDING, going to the piano and opening it: "Try courage; try selfrespect."

MISS REED: "Oh, dear! when I haven't a morsel of either. Are you going to practise, you cruel maid?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Of course I am. It's halfpast four, and if I don't do it now I sha'n't be prepared

tomorrow for Miss Robins: she takes this piece."

MISS REED: "Well, well, perhaps it's all for the best. If music be the food ofumphump!you know

what!play on." They both laugh, and Miss Spaulding pushes back a little from the piano, and wheels

toward her friend, letting one hand rest slightly on the keys.

MISS SPAULDING: "Ethel Reed, you're the most ridiculous girl in the world."

MISS REED: "Correct!"

MISS SPAULDING: "And I don't believe you ever were in love, or ever will be."

MISS REED: "Ah, there you wrong me, Henrietta! I have been, and I shall belots of times."

MISS SPAULDING: "Well, what do you want to say now? You must hurry, for I can't lose any more time."

MISS REED: "I will free my mind with neatness and despatch. I simply wish to go over the whole affair,

from Alfred to Omaha; and you've got to let me talk as much slang and nonsense as I want. And then I'll skip

all the details I can. Will you?"

MISS SPAULDING, with impatient patience: "Oh, I suppose so!"

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MISS REED: "That's very sweet of you, though you don't look it. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, do you think

it was forthputting at all, to ask him if he would give me the lessons?"

MISS SPAULDING: "It depends upon why you asked him."

MISS REED: "I asked him fromfromLet me see; I asked him because fromYes, I say it boldly; I

asked him from an enthusiasm for art, and a sincere wish to learn the use of oil, as he called it. Yes!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Are you sure?"

MISS REED: "Sure? Well, we will say that I am, for the sake of argument. And, having secured this basis,

the question is whether I wasn't bound to offer him pay at the end, and whether he wasn't wrong to take my

doing so in dudgeon."

MISS SPAULDING: "Yes, I think he was wrong. And the terms of his refusal were very ungentlemanly. He

ought to apologize most amply and humbly." At a certain expression in Miss Reed's face, she adds, with

severity: "Unless you're keeping back the main point. You usually do. Are you?"

MISS REED: "No, no. I've told you everythingeverything!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Then I say, as I said from the beginning, that he behaved very badly. It was very

awkward and very painful, but you've really nothing to blame yourself for."

MISS REED, ruefully: "Nooo!"

MISS SPAULDING: "What do you mean by that sort of 'No'?"

MISS REED: "Nothing."

MISS SPAULDING, sternly: "Yes, you do, Ethel."

MISS REED: "I don't, really. What makes you' think I do?"

MISS SPAULDING: "It sounded very dishonest."

MISS REED: "Did it? I didn't mean it to." Her friend breaks down with a laugh, while Miss Reed preserves a

demure countenance.

MISS SPAULDING: "What ARE you keeping back?"

MISS REED: "Nothing at allless than nothing! I never thought it was worth mentioning."

MISS SPAULDING: "Are you telling me the truth?"

MISS REED: "I'm telling you the truth and something more. You can't ask better than that, can you?"

MISS SPAULDING, turning to her music again: "Certainly not."

MISS REED: in a pathetic wail: "O Henrietta! do you abandon me thus? Well, I will tell you, heartless girl!

I've only kept it back till now because it was so extremely mortifying to my pride as an artistas a student of

oil. Will you hear me?"

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MISS SPAULDING, beginning to play: "No."

MISS REED, with burlesque wildness: "You shall!" Miss Spaulding involuntarily desists. "There was a

momenta fatal momentwhen he said he thought he ought to tell me that if I found oil amusing I could

go on; but that he didn't believe I should ever learn to use it, and he couldn't let me take lessons from him

with the expectation that I should. There!"

MISS SPAULDING, with awful reproach: "And you call that less than nothing? I've almost a mind never to

speak to you again, Ethel. How COULD you deceive me so?"

MISS REED: "Was it really deceiving? _I_ shouldn't call it so. And I needed your sympathy so much, and I

knew I shouldn't get it unless you thought I was altogether in the right."

MISS SPAULDING: "You are altogether in the wrong! And it's YOU that ought to apologize to HIMon

your bended knees. How COULD you offer him money after that? I wonder at you, Ethel!"

MISS REED: "Whydon't you see, Nettie?I did keep on taking the lessons of him. I did find oil

amusingor the oilistand I kept on. Of course I had to, off there in a farmhouse full of lady boarders, and

he the only gentleman short of Crawford's. Strike, but hear me, Henrietta Spaulding! What was I to do about

the halfdozen lessons I had taken before he told me I should never learn to use oil? Was I to offer to pay

him for these, and not for the rest; or was I to treat the whole series as gratuitous? I used to lie awake thinking

about it. I've got little tact, but I couldn't find any way out of the trouble. It was a boxyes, a box of the

deepest dye! And the whole affair having got to besomething else, don't you know?made it all the

worse. And if he'd onlyonlyBut he didn't. Not a syllable, not a breath! And there I was. I HAD to offer

him the money. And it's almost killed methe way he took my offering it, and now the way you take it! And

it's all of a piece." Miss Reed suddenly snatches her handkerchief from her pocket, and buries her face in

it."Oh, dearoh, dear! Oh!hu, hu, hu!"

MISS SPAULDING, relenting: "It was awkward."

MISS REED: "Awkward! You seem to think that because I carry things off lightly I have no feeling."

MISS SPAULDING: "You know I don't think that, Ethel."

MISS REED, pursuing her advantage: "I don't know it from you, Nettie. I've tried and TRIED to pass it off

as a joke, and to treat it as something funny; but I can tell you it's no joke at all."

MISS SPAULDING, sympathetically: "I see, dear."

MISS REED: "It's not that I care for him"

MISS SPAULDING: "Why, of course."

MISS REED: "For I don't in the least. He is horrid every way: blunt, and rude, and horrid. I never cared for

him. But I care for myself! He has put me in the position of having done an unkind thingan unladylike

thingwhen I was only doing what I had to do. Why need he have taken it the way he did? Why couldn't he

have said politely that he couldn't accept the money because he hadn't earned it? Even THAT would have

been mortifying enough. But he must go and be so violent, and rush off, andOh, I never could have treated

anybody so!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Not unless you were very fond of them."

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MISS REED: "What?"

MISS SPAULDING: "Not unless you were very fond of them."

MISS REED, putting away her handkerchief: "Oh, nonsense, Nettie! He never cared anything for me, or he

couldn't have acted so. But no matter for that. He has fixed everything so that it can never be got

straightnever in the world. It will just have to remain a hideous mass ofof_I_ don't know what; and I

have simply got to on withering with despair at the point where I left off. But I don't care! That's one

comfort."

MISS SPAULDING: "I don't believe he'll let you wither long, Ethel."

MISS REED: "He's let me wither for twentyfour hours already! But it's nothing to me, now, how long he

lets me wither. I'm perfectly satisfied to have the affair remain as it is. I am in the right, and if he comes I

shall refuse to see him."

MISS SPAULDING: "Oh, no, you won't, Ethel!"

MISS REED: "Yes, I shall. I shall receive him very coldly. I won't listen to any excuse from him."

MISS SPAULDING: "Oh, yes, you will, Ethel!"

MISS REED: "No, I shall not. If he wishes me to listen he must begin by humbling himself in the dustyes,

the dust, Nettie! I won't take anything short of it. I insist that he shall realize that I have suffered."

MISS SPAULDING: "Perhaps he has suffered too!"

MISS REED: "Oh, HE suffered!"

MISS SPAULDING: "You know that he was perfectly devoted to you."

MISS REED: "He never said so."

MISS SPAULDING: "Perhaps he didn't dare."

MISS REED: "He dared to be very insolent to me."

MISS SPAULDING: "And you know you liked him very much."

MISS REED: "I won't let you say that, Nettie Spaulding. I DIDN'T like him. I respected and admired him;

but I didn't LIKE him. He will come near me; but if he does he has to begin bybyLet me see, what shall

I make him begin by doing?" She casts up her eyes for inspiration while she leans forward over the register.

"Yes, I will! He has got to begin by taking that money!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Ethel, you wouldn't put that affront upon a sensitive and highspirited man!"

MISS REED: "Wouldn't I? You wait and SEE, Miss Spaulding! He shall take the money, and he shall sign a

receipt for it. I'll draw up the receipt now, so as to have it ready, and I shall ask him to sign it the very

moment he enters this doorthe very instant!" She takes a portfolio from the table near her, without rising,

and writes: "'Received from Miss Ethel Reed one hundred and twentyfive dollars, in full, for twentyfive

lessons in oilpainting.' Therewhen Mr. Oliver Ransom has signed this little document he may begin to

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talk; not before!" She leans back in her chair with an air of pitiless determination.

MISS SPAULDING: "But, Ethel, you don't mean to make him take money for the lessons he gave you after

he told you you couldn't learn anything?"

MISS REED, after a moment's pause: "Yes, I do. This is to punish him. I don't wish for justice now; I wish

for vengeance! At first I would have compromised on the six lessons, or on none at all, if he had behaved

nicely; but after what's happened I shall insist upon paying him for every lesson, so as to make him feel that

the whole thing, from first to last, was a purely business transaction on my part. Yes, a

PURELYBUSINESSTRANSACTION!"

MISS SPAULDING, turning to her music: "Then I've got nothing more to say to you, Ethel Reed."

MISS REED: "I don't say but what, after he's taken the money and signed the receipt, I'll listen to anything

else he's got to say, very willingly." Miss Spaulding makes no answer, but begins to play with a scientific

absorption, feeling her way fitfully through the new piece, while Miss Reed, seated by the register, trifles

with the book she has taken from the table.

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The interior of the room of Miss Spaulding and Miss Reed remains in view, while the scene discloses, on the

other side of the partition wall in the same house, the bachelor apartment of Mr. Samuel Grinnidge. Mr.

Grinnidge in his dressinggown and slippers, with his pipe in his mouth, has the effect of having just come

in; his friend Mr. Oliver Ransom stands at the window, staring out into the November weather.

GRINNIDGE: "How long have you been waiting here?"

RANSOM: "Ten minutesten years. How should I know?"

GRINNIDGE: "Well, I don't know who else should. Get back today?"

RANSOM: "Last night."

GRINNIDGE: "Well, take off your coat, and pull up to the register, and warm your poor feet." He puts his

hand out over the register. "Confound it! somebody's got the register open in the next room! You see, one

pipe comes up from the furnace and branches into a V just under the floor, and professes to heat both rooms.

But it don't. There was a fellow in there last winter who used to get all my heat. Used to go out and leave his

fight of it all winter. The man who got his register open first in the morning got all the heat for the day, for it

never turned the other way when it started in one direction. Used to almost suffocatewarm, muggy

daysmaintaining my rights. Some pianopounder in there this winter, it seems. Hear? And she hasn't lost

any time in learning the trick of the register. What kept you so late in the country?"

RANSOM, after an absentminded pause: "Grinnidge, I wish you would give me some advice."

GRINNIDGE: "You can have all you want of it at the market price."

RANSOM: "I don't mean your legal advice."

GRINNIDGE: "I'm sorry. What have you been doing?"

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RANSOM: "I've been making an ass of myself."

GRINNIDGE: "Wasn't that rather superfluous?"

RANSOM: "If you please, yes. But now, it you're capable of listening to me without any further display of

your crossexamination wit, I should like to tell you how it happened."

GRINNIDGE: "I will do my best to veil my brilliancy. Go on."

RANSOM: "I went up to Ponkwasset early in September for the foliage."

GRINNIDGE: "And staid till late in October. There must have been a reason for that. What was her name?

Foliage?"

RANSOM, coming up to the corner of the chimneypiece, near which his friend sits, and talking to him

directly over the register: "I think you'll have to get along without the name for the present. I'll tell you by and

by." As Mr. Ransom pronounces these words, Miss Reed, on her side of the partition, lifts her head with a

startled air, and, after a moment of vague circumspection, listens keenly. "But she was beautiful. She was a

blonde, and she had the loveliest eyeseyes, you know, that could be funny or tender, just as she

chosethe kind of eyes I always liked." Miss Reed leads forward over the register. "She had one of those

faces that always leave you in doubt whether they're laughing at you, and so keep you in wholesome

subjection; but you feel certain that they're GOOD, and that if they did hurt you by laughing at you, they'd

look sorry for you afterward. When she walked you saw what an exquisite creature she was. It always made

me mad to think I couldn't PAINT her walk."

GRINNIDGE: "I suppose you saw a good deal of her walk."

RANSOM: "Yes; we were off in the woods and fields half the time together." He takes a turn towards the

window.

MISS REED, suddenly shutting the register on her side: "Oh!"

MISS SPAULDING, looking up from her music: "What is it, Ethel?"

MISS REED: "Nothing, nothing; IIthought it was getting too warm. Go on, dear; don't let me interrupt

you." After a moment of heroic selfdenial she softly presses the register open with her foot.

RANSOM, coming back to the register: "It all began in that way. I had the good fortune one day to rescue

her from acow."

MISS REED: "Oh, for shame!"

MISS SPAULDING, desisting from her piano: "What IS the matter?"

MISS REED, clapping the register to: "This ridiculous book! But don'tdon't mind me, Nettie."

Breathlessly: "Gogoon!" Miss Spaulding resumes, and again Miss Reed softly presses the register open.

RANSOM, after a pause: "The cow was grazing, and had no more thought of hooking Miss"

MISS REED: "Oh, I didn't suppose he WOULD!Go on, Nettie, go on! The heroSUCH a goose!"

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RANSOM: "I drove her away with my campstool, and Missthe young ladywas as grateful as if I had

rescued her from a menagerie of wild animals. I walked home with her to the farm house, and the trouble

began at once." Pantomime of indignant protest and burlesque menace on the part of Miss Reed. "There

wasn't another well woman in the house, except her friend Miss Spaulding, who was rather old and rather

plain." He takes another turn to the window.

MISS REED: "Oh!" She shuts the register, but instantly opens it again. "Louder, Nettie."

MISS SPAULDING, in astonishment: "What?"

MISS REED: "Did I speak? I didn't know it. I"

MISS SPAULDING, desisting from practice: "What is that strange, hollow, rumbling, mumbling kind of

noise?"

MISS REED, softly closing the register with her foot: "I don't hear any strange, hollow, rumbling, mumbling

kind of noise. Do you hear it NOW?"

MISS SPAULDING: "No. It was the Brighton whistle, probably."

MISS REED: "Oh, very likely." As Miss Spaulding turns again to her practice Miss Reed reopens the

GRINNIDGE: "So you sought opportunities of rescuing her from other cows?"

RANSOM, returning: "That wasn't necessary. The young lady was so impressed by my behavior, that she

asked if I would give her some lessons in the use of oil."

GRINNIDGE: "She thought if she knew how to paint pictures like yours she wouldn't need any one to drive

the cows away."

RANSOM: "Don't be farcical, Grinnidge. That sort of thing will do with some victim on the witnessstand

who can't help himself. Of course I said I would, and we were off half the time together, painting the loveliest

and loneliest bits around Ponkwasset. It all went on very well, till one day I felt bound in conscience to tell

her that I didn't think she would ever learn to paint, and thatif she was serious about it she'd better drop it

at once, for she was wasting her time."

GRINNIDGE, getting up to fill his pipe: "That was a pleasant thing to do."

RANSOM: "I told her that if it amused her, to keep on; I would be only too glad to give her allthe hints I

could, but that I oughtn't to encourage her. She seemed a good deal hurt. I fancied at the time that she thought

I was tired of having her with me so much."

MISS REED: "Oh, DID you, indeed!" To Miss Spaulding, who bends an astonished glance upon her from

the piano: "The man in this book is the most CONCEITED creature, Nettie. Play chordssomething very

subduedah!"

MISS SPAULDING: "What are you talking about, Ethel?"

RANSOM: "That was at night; but the next day she came up smiling, and said that if I didn't mind she would

keep onfor amusement; she wasn't a bit discouraged."

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MISS REED: "Oh!Go on, Nettie; don't let my outbursts interrupt you."

RANSOM: "I used to fancy sometimes that she was a little sweet on me."

MISS REED: "You wretch!Oh, scales, Nettie! Play scales!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Ethel Reed, are you crazy?"

Ransom, after a thoughtful moment: "Well, so it went on for the next seven or eight weeks. When we weren't

sketching in the meadows, or on the mountainside, or in the old punt on the pond, we were walking up and

down the farmhouse piazza together. She used to read to me when I was at work. She had a heavenly voice,

Grinnidge."

MISS REED: "Oh, you silly, silly thing!Really this book makes me sick, Nettie."

RANSOM: "Well, the long and the short of it was, I was hitHARD, and I lost all courage. You know how

I am, Grinnidge."

MISS REED, softly: "Oh, poor fellow!"

RANSOM: "So I let the time go by, and at the end I hadn't said anything."

MISS REED: "No, sir! You HADN'T!"

MISS SPAULDING gradually ceases to play, and fixes her attention wholly upon Miss Reed, who bends

forward over the register with an intensely excited face.

RANSOM: "Then something happened that made me glad, for twentyfour hours at least, that I hadn't

spoken. She sent me the money for twentyfive lessons. Imagine how I felt, Grinnidge! What could I suppose

but that she had been quietly biding her time, and storing up her resentment for my having told her she

couldn't learn to paint, till she could pay me back with interest in one supreme insult?"

MISS REED, in a low voice: "Oh, how could you think such a cruel, vulgar thing?" Miss Spaulding leaves

the piano, and softly approaches her, where she has sunk on her knees beside the register.

RANSOM: "It was tantamount to telling me that she had been amusing herself with me instead of my

lessons. It remanded our whole association, which I had got to thinking so romantic, to the relation of teacher

and pupil. It was a snuba heartless, killing snub; and I couldn't see it in any other light." Ransom walks

away to the window, and looks out.

MISS REED, flinging herself backward from the register, and hiding her face in her hands: "Oh, it wasn't! it

wasn't! it wasn't! How could you think so?"

MISS SPAULDING, rushing forward, and catching her friend in her arms: "What is the matter with you,

Ethel Reed? What are you doing here, over the register? Are you trying to suffocate yourself? Have you taken

leave of your senses?"

GRINNIDGE: "Our fair friend on the other side of the wall seems to be on the rampage."

MISS SPAULDING, shutting the register with a violent clash: "Ugh! how hot it is here!"

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GRINNIDGE: "Doesn't like your conversation, apparently."

MISS REED, frantically pressing forward to open the register: "Oh, don't shut it, Nettie, dear! If you do I

shall die! Doon't shut the register!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Don't shut it? Why, we've got all the heat of the furnace in the room now. Surely you

don't want any more?"

MISS REED: "No, no; not any more. ButbutOh, dear! what shall I do?" She still struggles in the

embrace of her friend.

GRINNIDGE, remaining quietly at the register, while Ransom walks away to the window: "Well, what did

you do?"

MISS REED: "There, there! They're commencing again! DO open it, Nettie. I WILL have it open!" She

wrenches herself free, and dashes the register open.

GRINNIDGE: "Ah, she's opened it again."

Miss Reed, in a stagewhisper: "That's the other one!"

RANSOM, from the window: "Do? I'll tell you what I did."

MISS REED: "That's OlMr. Ransom. And, oh, I can't make out what he's saying! He must have gone

away to the other side of the room and it's at the most important point!"

MISS SPAULDING, in an awful undertone: "Was that the hollow rumbling I heard? And have you been

listening at the register to what they've been saying? O ETHEL!"

MISS REED: "I haven't been listening, exactly."

MISS SPAULDING: "You have! You have been eavesdropping!"

MISS REED: "Eavesdropping is listening through a keyhole, or around a corner. This is very different.

Besides, it's Oliver, and he's been talking about ME. Hark!" She clutches her friend's hand, where they have

crouched upon the floor together, and pulls her forward to the register. "Oh, dear, how hot it is! I wish they

would cut off the heat down below."

GRINNIDGE, smoking peacefully through the silence which his friend has absentmindedly let follow upon

his last words: "Well, you seem disposed to take your time about it."

RANSOM: "About what? Oh, yes! Well"

MISS REED: "'Sh! Listen."

MISS SPAULDING: "I won't listen! It's shameful: it's wicked! I don't see how you can do it, Ethel!" She

remains, however, kneeling near the register, and she involuntarily inclines a little more toward it.

RANSOM: "It isn't a thing that I care to shout from the house tops." He returns from the window to the

chimneypiece. "I wrote the rudest kind of note, and sent back her letter and her money in it. She had said

that she hoped our acquaintance was not to end with the summer, but that we might sometimes meet in

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Boston; and I answered that our acquaintance had ended already, and that I should be sorry to meet her

anywhere again."

GRINNIDGE: "Well, if you wanted to make an ass of yourself, you did it pretty completely."

MISS REED, whispering: "How witty he is! Those men are always so humorous with each other."

RANSOM: "Yes; I didn't do it by halves."

MISS REED, whispering: "Oh, THAT'S funny, too!"

GRINNIDGE: "It didn't occur to you that she might feel bound to pay you for the first halfdozen, and was

embarrassed how to offer to pay for them alone?"

MISS REED: "How he DOES go to the heart of the matter!" She presses Miss Spaulding's hand in an ecstasy

of approval.

RANSOM: "Yes, it didafterward."

MISS REED, in a tender murmur: "Oh, POOR Oliver!"

RANSOM: "And it occurred to me that she was perfectly right in the whole affair."

MISS REED: "Oh, how generous! how noble!"

RANSOM: "I had had a thousand opportunities, and I hadn't been man enough to tell her that I was in love

with her."

MISS REED: "How can he say it right out so bluntly? But if it's true"

RANSOM: "I COULDN'T speak. I was afraid of putting an end to the affairof frightening

herdisgusting her."

MISS REED: "Oh, how little they know us, Nettie!"

RANSOM: "She seemed so much above me in every wayso sensitive, so refined, so gentle, so good, so

angelic!"

MISS REED: "There! NOW do you call it eavesdropping? If listeners never hear any good of themselves,

what do you say to that? It proves that I haven't been listening."

MISS SPAULDING: "'Sh! They're saying something else."

RANSOM: "But all that's neither here nor there. I can see now that under the circumstances she couldn't as a

lady have acted otherwise than she did. She was forced to treat our whole acquaintance as a business matter,

and I had forced her to do it."

MISS REED: "You HAD, you poor thing!"

GRINNIDGE: "Well, what do you intend to do about it?"

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RANSOM: "Well"

MISS REED: "'Sh!"

MISS SPAULDING: "'Sh!"

RANSOM: "that's what I want to submit to you, Grinnidge. I must see her."

GRINNIDGE: "Yes. I'm glad _I_ mustn't."

MISS REED, stifling a laugh on Miss Spaulding's shoulder: "They're actually AFRAID of us, Nettie!"

RANSOM: "See her, and go down in the dust."

MISS REED: "My very words!"

RANSOM: "I have been trying to think what was the very humblest pie I could eat, by way of penance; and

it appears to me that I had better begin by saying that I have come to ask her for the money I refused."

MISS REED, enraptured: "Oh! doesn't it seem just likelike inspiration, Nettie?"

MISS SPAULDING: "'Sh! Be quiet, do! You'll frighten them away!"

GRINNIDGE: "And then what?"

RANSOM: "What then? I don't know what then. But it appears to me that, as a gentleman, I've got nothing to

do with the result. All that I've got to do is to submit to my fate, whatever it is."

MISS REED, breathlessly: "What princely courage! What delicate magnanimity! Oh, he needn't have the

LEAST fear! If I could only tell him that!"

GRINNIDGE, after an interval of meditative smoking: "Yes, I guess that's the best thing you can do. It will

strike her fancy, if she's an imaginative girl, and she'll think you a fine fellow."

MISS REED: "Oh, the horrid thing!"

GRINNIDGE: "If you humble yourself to a woman at all, do it thoroughly. If you go halfway down she'll be

tempted to push you the rest of the way. If you flatten out at her feet to begin with, ten to one but she will

pick you up."

RANSOM: "Yes, that was my idea."

MISS REED: "Oh, was it, indeed! Well!"

RANSOM: "But I've nothing to do with her picking me up or pushing me down. All that I've got to do is to

go and surrender myself."

GRINNIDGE: "Yes. Well; I guess you can't go too soon. I like your company; but I advise you as a friend

not to lose time. Where does she live?"

RANSOM: "That's the remarkable part of it: she lives in this house."

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MISS REED and Miss Spaulding, in subdued chorus: "Oh!"

GRINNIDGE, taking his pipe out of his mouth in astonishment: "No!"

RANSOM: "I just came in here to give my good resolutions a rest while I was screwing my courage up to

ask for her."

MISS REED: "Don't you think he's VERY humorous? Give his good resolutions a rest! That's the way he

ALWAYS talks."

MISS SPAULDING: "'Sh!"

GRINNIDGE: "You said you came for my advice."

RANSOM: "So I did. But I didn't promise to act upon it. Well!" He goes toward the door.

GRINNIDGE, without troubling himself to rise: "Well, good luck to you!"

MISS REED: "How droll they are with each other! Don't you LIKE to hear them talk? Oh, I could listen all

day."

GRINNIDGE, calling after Ransom: "You haven't told me your duck's name."

MISS REED: "Is THAT what they call us? Duck! Do you think it's very respectful, Nettie? I don't believe I

like it. Or, yes, why not? It's no harmif I AM his duck!"

RANSOM, coming back: "Well, I don't propose to go shouting it round. Her name is Miss ReedEthel

Reed."

MISS REED: "How CAN he?"

GRINNIDGE: "Slender, willowy party, with a lot of blond hair that looks as if it might be indigenous?

Rather pensivelooking?"

MISS REED: "Indigenous! I should hope so!"

RANSOM: "Yes. But she isn't pensive. She's awfully deep. It makes me shudder to think how deep that girl

is. And when I think of my courage in daring to be in love with hera stupid, straightforward idiot like

meI begin to respect myself in spite of being such an ass. Well, I'm off. If I stay any longer I shall never

go." He closes the door after him, and Miss Reed instantly springs to her feet.

MISS REED: "Now he'll have to go down to the parlor and send up his name, and that just gives me time to

do the necessary prinking. You stay here and receive him, Nettie."

MISS SPAULDING: "Never! After what's happened I can never look him in the face again. Oh, how low,

and mean, and guilty I feel!"

MISS REED, with surprise: "Why, how droll! Now _I_ don't feel the least so."

MISS SPAULDING: "Oh, it's very different with YOU. YOU'RE in love with him."

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MISS REED: "For shame, Nettie! I'm NOT in love with him."

MISS SPAULDING: "And you can explain and justify it. But I never can justify it to myself, much less to

him. Let me go, Ethel! I shall tell Mrs. McKnight that we must change this room instantly. And just after I'd

got it so nearly in order! Go down and receive him in the parlor, Ethel. I CAN'T see him."

MISS REED: "Receive him in the parlor! Why, Nettie, dear, you're crazy! I'm going to ACCEPT him: and

how can I accept himwith all the consequencesin a public parlor? No, indeed! If you won't meet him

here for a moment, just to oblige me, you can go into the other room. Or, noyou'd be listening to every

word through the keyhole, you're so demoralized!"

MISS SPAULDING: "Yes, yes, I deserve your contempt, Ethel."

MISS REED, laughing: "You will have to go out for a walk, you poor thing; and I'm not going to have you

coming back in five or ten minutes. You have got to stay out a good hour."

MISS SPAULDING, running to get her things from the next room: "Oh, I'll stay out till midnight!"

MISS REED, responding to a tap at the door: "Yees! Come in! You're caught, Nettie."

A MAIDSERVANT, appearing with a card: "This gentleman is asking for you in the parlor, Miss Reed."

MISS REED: "Oh! Ask him to come up here, please.Nettie! Nettie!" She calls to her friend in the next

room. "He's coming right up, and if you don't run you're trapped."

MISS SPAULDING, reappearing, cloaked and bonneted: "I don't blame YOU, Ethel, comparatively

speaking. You can say that everything is fair in love. He will like it, and laugh at it in you, because he'll like

everything you've done. Besides, you've no principles, and I HAVE."

MISS REED: "Oh, I've lots of principles, Nettie, but I've no practice!"

MISS SPAULDING: "No matter. There's no excuse for me. I listened simply because I was a woman, and

couldn't help it; and, oh, what will he think of me?"

MISS REED: "I won't give you away; if you really feel so badly"

MISS SPAULDING: "Oh, DO you think you can keep from telling him, Ethel dear? Try! And I will be your

slave forever!" Steps are heard on the stairs outside. "Oh, there he comes!" She dashes out of the door, and

closes it after her, a moment before the maid servant, followed by Mr. Ransom, taps at it.

III.

SCENE: Miss Reed opens the door, and receives Mr. Ransom with well affected surprise and state,

suffering him to stand awkwardly on the threshold for a moment.

SHE, coldly: "Oh!Mr. Ransom!"

HE, abruptly: "I've come"

SHE: "Won't you come in?"

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HE, advancing a few paces into the room: "I've come"

SHE, indicating a chair: "Will you sit down?"

HE: "I must stand for the present. I've come to ask you for that money, Miss Reed, which I refused yesterday,

in terms that I blush to think of. I was altogether and wholly in the wrong, and I'm ready to offer any

imaginable apology or reparation. I'm ready to take the money and to sign a receipt, and then to be dismissed

with whatever ignominy you please. I deserve anythingeverything!"

SHE: "The money? Excuse me; I don't knowI'm afraid that I'm not prepared to pay you the whole sum

today."

HE, hastily: "Oh, no matter! no matter! I don't care for the money now. I merely wish toto assure you that

I thought you were perfectly right in offering it, and toto"

SHE: "What?"

HE: "Nothing. That isahah"

SHE: "It's extremely embarrassing to have people refuse their money when it's offered them, and then come

the next day for it, when perhaps it isn't so convenient to pay itVERY embarrassing."

HE, hotly: "But I tell you I don't want the MONEY! I never wanted it, and wouldn't take it on any account."

SHE: "Oh! I thought you said you came to get it?"

HE: "I saidI didn't sayI meantthat isahI"He stops, open mouthed.

SHE, quietly: "I could give you part of the money now."

HE: "Oh, whatever you like; it's indifferent"

SHE: "Please sit down while I write a receipt." She places herself deliberately at the table, and opens her

portfolio. "I will pay you now, Mr. Ransom, for the first six lessons you gave methe ones before you told

me that I could never learn to do anything."

HE, sinking mechanically into the chair she indicates: "Oh, just as you like!" He looks up at the ceiling in

hopeless bewilderment, while she writes.

SHE, blotting the paper: "There! And now let me offer you a little piece of advice, Mr. Ransom, which may

be useful to you in taking pupils hereafter."

HE, bursting out: "I never take pupils!"

SHE: "Never take pupils! I don't understand. You took ME."

HE, confusedly: "I took youyes. You seemed to wishyou seemed the case was peculiarpeculiar

circumstances."

SHE, with severity: "May I ask WHY the circumstances were peculiar? I saw nothing peculiar about the

circumstances. It seemed to me it was a very simple matter. I told you that I had always had a great curiosity

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to see whether I could use oil paints, and I asked you a very plain question, whether you would let me study

with you. Didn't I?"

HE: "Yes."

SHE: "Was there anything wronganything queer about my asking you?"

HE: "No, no! Not at allnot in the least."

SHE: "Didn't you wish me to take the lessons of you? If you didn't, it wasn't kind of you to let me."

HE: "Oh, I was perfectly willingvery glad indeed, very much so certainly!"

SHE: "If it wasn't your CUSTOM to take pupils, you ought to have told me, and I wouldn't have forced

myself upon you."

HE, desperately: "It wasn't forcing yourself upon me. The Lord knows how humbly grateful I was. It was like

a hope of heaven!"

SHE: "Really, Mr. Ransom, this is very strange talk. What am I to understand by it? Why should you be

grateful to teach me? Why should giving me lessons be like a hope of heaven?"

HE: "Oh, I will tell you!"

SHE: "Well?"

HE, after a moment of agony: "Because to be with you"

SHE: "Yes?"

HE: "Because I wished to be with you. Becausethose days in the woods, when you read, and I"

SHE: "Painted on my pictures"

HE: "Were the happiest of my life. BecauseI loved you!"

SHE: "Mr. Ransom!"

HE: "Yes, I must tell you so. I loved you; I love you still. I shall always love you, no matter what"

SHE: "You forget yourself, Mr. Ransom. Has there been anything in my mannerconductto justify you

in using such language to me?"

HE: "Nono"

SHE: "Did you suppose that because I first took lessons of you from froman enthusiasm for art, and

then continued them forfor amusement, that I wished you to make love to me?"

HE: "No, I never supposed such a thing. I'm incapable of it. I beseech you to believe that no one could have

more respect reverence"He twirls his hat between his hands, and casts an imploring glance at her.

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SHE: "Oh, respectreverence! I know what they mean in the mouths of men. If you respected, if you

reverenced me, could you dare to tell me, after my unguarded trust of you during the past months, that you

had been all the time secretly in love with me?"

HE, plucking up a little courage: "I don't see that the three things are incompatible."

SHE: "Oh, then you acknowledge that you did presume upon something you thought you saw in me to tell

me that you loved me, and that you were in love with me all the time?"

HE, contritely: "I have no right to suppose that you encouraged me; and yetI can't deny it nowI was in

love with you all the time."

SHE: "And you never said a word to let me believe that you had any such feeling toward me!"

HE: "II"

SHE: "You would have parted from me without a syllable to suggest itperhaps parted from me forever?"

After a pause of silent humiliation for him: "Do you call that brave or generous? Do you call it

manlysupposing, as you hoped, that _I_ had any such feeling?"

HE: "No; it was cowardly, it was mean, it was unmanly. I see it now, but I will spend my life in repairing the

wrong, if you will only let me." He impetuously advances some paces toward her, and then stops, arrested by

her irresponsive attitude.

SHE, with a light sigh, and looking down at the paper, which she has continued to hold between her hands:

"There was a timea moment when I might have answered as you wish."

HE: "Oh! then there will be again. If you have changed once, you may change once more. Let me hope that

some timeany time, dearest"

SHE, quenching him with a look: "Mr. Ransom, I shall NEVER change toward you! You confess that you

had your opportunity, and that you despised it."

HE: "Oh! NOT despised it!"

SHE: "Neglected it."

HE: "Not wilfullyno. I confess that I was stupidly, vilely, pusillanpusillanillani"

SHE: "'Monsly"

HE: "Thanks'mously unworthy of it; but I didn't despise it; I didn't neglect it; and if you will only let me

show by a lifetime of devotion how dearly and truly I have loved you from the first moment I drove that cow

away"

SHE: "Mr. Ransom, I have told you that I should never change toward you. That cow was nothing when

weighed in the balance against your being willing to leave a poor girl, whom you supposed interested in you,

and to whom you had paid the most marked attention, without a word to show her that you cared for her.

What is a cow, or a whole herd of cows, as compared with obliging a young lady to offer you money that you

hadn't earned, and then savagely flinging it back in her face? A yoke of oxen would be nothingor a mad

bull."

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HE: "Oh, I acknowledge it! I confess it."

SHE: "And you own that I am right in refusing to listen to you now?"

HE, desolately: "Yes, yes."

SHE: "It seems that you gave me lessons in order to be with me, and if possible to interest me in you; and

then you were going away without a word."

HE, with a groan: "It was only because I was afraid to speak."

SHE: "Oh, is THAT any excuse?"

HE: "No; none."

SHE: "A man ought always to have courage." After a pause, in which he stands before her with bowed head:

"Then there's nothing for me but to give you this money."

HE, with sudden energy: "This is too much! I"

SHE, offering him the banknotes: "No; it is the exact sum. I counted it very carefully."

HE: "I won't take it; I can't! I'll never take it!"

SHE, standing with the money in her outstretched hand: "I have your word as a gentleman that you will take

it."

HE, gasping: "Oh, wellI will take itI will"He clutches the money, and rushes toward the door.

"Goodevening; ahgoodby"

SHE, calling after him: "The receipt, Mr. Ransom! Please sign this receipt!" She waves the paper in the air.

HE: "Oh, yes, certainly! Where is itwhatwhich"He rushes back to her, and seizing the receipt, feels

blindly about for the pen and ink. "Where shall I sign?"

SHE: "Read it first."

HE: "Oh, it's allall right"

SHE: "I insist upon your reading it. It's a business transaction. Read it aloud."

HE, desperately: "Well, well!" He reads. "'Received from Miss Ethel Reed, in full, for twentyfive lessons in

oilpainting, one hundred and twentyfive dollars, and her hand, heart, and dearest love forever.'" He looks

up at her. "Ethel!"

SHE, smiling: "Sign it, sign it!"

HE, catching her in his arms and kissing her: "Oh, yesHERE!"

SHE, pulling a little away from him, and laughing: "Oh, oh! I only wanted ONE signature! Twenty

autographs are too many, unless you'll let me trade them off, as the collectors do."

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HE: "No; keep them all! I couldn't think of letting any one else have them. One more!"

SHE: "No; it's quite enough!"

SHE frees herself, and retires beyond the table. "This unexpected affection"

HE: "IS it unexpectedseriously?"

SHE: "What do you mean?"

HE: "Oh, nothing!"

SHE: "Yes, tell me!"

HE: "I hopedI thoughtperhapsthat you might have been prepared for some such demonstration on my

part."

SHE: "And why did you thinkhopeperhapsTHAT, Mr. Ransom, may I ask?"

HE: "If I hadn't, how should I have dared to speak?"

SHE: "Dared? You were obliged to speak! Well, since it's all over, I don't mind saying that I DID have some

slight apprehensions that something in the way of a declaration might be extorted from you."

HE: "Extorted? Oh!" He makes an impassioned rush toward her.

SHE, keeping the table between them: "No, no."

HE: "Oh, I merely wished to ask why you chose to make me suffer so, after I had come to the point."

SHE: "Ask it across the table, then." After a moment's reflection, "I made you sufferI made you

sufferso that you might have a realizing sense of what you had made ME suffer."

HE, enraptured by this confession: "Oh, you angel!"

SHE, with tender magnanimity: "No; only a womana poor, trusting, foolish woman!" She permits him to

surround the table, with imaginable results. Then, with her head on his shoulder: "You'll NEVER let me

regret it, will you, darling? You'll never oblige me to punish you again, dearest, will you? Oh, it hurt ME far

worse to SEE your pain than it did you totofeel it!" On the other side of the partition, Mr. Grinnidge's

pipe falls from his lips, parted in slumber, and shivers to atoms on the register. "Oh!" She flies at the register

with a shriek of dismay, and is about to close it. "That wretch has been listening, and has heard every word!"

HE, preventing her: "What wretch? Where?"

SHE: "Don't you hear him, mumbling and grumbling there?"

GRINNIDGE: "Well, I swear! Cash value of twentyfive dollars, and untold toil in coloring it!"

RANSOM, listening with an air of mystification: "Who's that?"

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SHE: "Gummidge, Grimmidgewhatever you called him. Oh!" She arrests herself in consternation. "Now I

HAVE done it!"

HE: "Done what?"

SHE: "Ohnothing!"

HE: "I don't understand. Do you mean to say that my friend Grinnidge's room is on the other aide of the wall,

and that you can hear him talk through the register?"

SHE preserves the silence of abject terror. He stoops over the register, and calls down it. "Grinnidge! Hallo!"

GRINNIDGE: "Hallo, yourself!"

RANSOM, to Miss Reed: "Sounds like the ghostly squeak of the phonograph." To Grinnidge: "What's the

trouble?"

GRINNIDGE: "Smashed my pipe. Dozed off and let it drop on this infernal register."

RANSOM, turning from the register with impressive deliberation: "Miss Reed, may I ask HOW you came to

know that his name was Gummidge, or Grimmidge, or whatever I called him?"

SHE: Oh, dearest, I CAN'T tell you! Oryes, I had better." Impulsively: "I will judge you by myself. _I_

could forgive YOU anything!"

HE, doubtfully: "Oh, could you?"

SHE: "Everything! I hadI had better make a clean breast of it. Yes, I had. Though I don't like to. II

listened!"

HE: "Listened?"

SHE: "Through the register totowhatyouwere saying before youcame in here." Her head

droops.

HE: "Then you heard everything?"

SHE: "Kill me, but don't look SO at me! It was accidental at first indeed it was; and then I recognized your

voice; and then I knew you were talking about me; and I had so much at stake; and I did love you so dearly!

You WILL forgive me, darling? It wasn't as if I were listening with any bad motive."

HE, taking her in his arms: "Forgive you? Of course I do. But you must change this room at once, Ethel; you

see you hear everything on the other side, too."

SHE: "Oh, not if you whisper on this. You couldn't hear US?" At a dubious expression of his: "You DIDN'T

hear us? If you did, I can never forgive you!"

HE: "It was accidental at firstindeed it was; and then I recognized your voice; and then I knew you were

talking about me; and I had so much at stake; and I did love you so dearly!"

SHE: "All that has nothing whatever to do with it. How much did you hear?"

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HE, with exemplary meekness: "Only what you were saying before Grinnidge came in. You didn't whisper

then. I had to wait there for him while"

SHE: "While you were giving your good resolutions a rest?"

HE: "While I was giving my good resolutions a rest."

SHE: "And that accounts for your determination to humble yourself so?"

HE: "It seemed perfectly providential that I should have known just what conditions you were going to exact

of me."

SHE: "Oh, don't make light of it! I can tell you it's a very serious matter."

HE: "It was very serious for me when you didn't meet my self abasement as you had led me to expect you

would."

SHE: "Don't make fun! I'm trying to think whether I can forgive you."

HE, with insinuation: "Don't you believe you could think better if you put your head on my shoulder?"

SHE: "Nonsense! Then I should forgive you without thinking." After a season of reflection: "No, I CAN'T

forgive you. I never could forgive eavesdropping. It's TOO low."

HE, in astonishment: "Why, you did it yourself!"

SHE: "But you began it. Besides, it's very different for a man. Women are weak, poor, helpless creatures.

They have to use finesse. But a man should be above it."

HE: "You said you could forgive me anything."

SHE: "Ah, but I didn't know what you'd been doing!"

HE, with pensive resignation, and a feint of going: "Then I suppose it's all over between us."

SHE, relenting: "If you could think of any reason WHY I should forgive you"

HE: "I can't."

SHE, after consideration: "Do you suppose Mr. Grumage, or Grimidge, heard too?"

HE: "No; Grinnidge is a very highprincipled fellow, and wouldn't listen; besides, he wasn't there, you

know."

SHE: "Well, then, I will forgive you on these grounds." He instantly catches her to his heart. "But these

alone, remember."

HE, rapturously: "Oh, on any!"

SHE, tenderly: "And you'll always be devoted? And nice? And not try to provoke me? Or neglect me? Or

anything?"

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HE: "Always! Never!"

SHE: "Oh, you dear, sweet, simple old thinghow I DO love you!"

GRINNIDGE, who has been listening attentively to every word at the register at his side: "Ransom, if you

don't want me to go stark mad, SHUT THE REGISTER!"

RANSOM, about to comply: "Oh, poor old man! I forgot it was open!"

MISS REED, preventing him: "No! If he has been vile enough to listen at a register, let him suffer. Come, sit

down here, and I'll tell you just when I began to care for you. It was long before the cow. Do you remember

that first morning after you arrived"She drags him close to the register, so that every word may tell upon

the envious Grinnidge, on whose manifestations of acute despair, a rapid curtain descends.

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