SCENE. _A church. At left are the steps leading to the
chancel and the chancel rails. Beyond the rails are palms,
grouped, which conceal the altar. Past the chancel, up stage,
is the exit into the choir. Down stage is the exit to the
vestry and robing-room. To right of centre begin the pews of
the church on each side of a broad centre aisle. The stage is
set a little diagonally so that the aisle runs from upper
right toward centre stage. This will make a row or two more
pews above the aisle than below it. White satin ribbons are
stretched above the aisle on each side, across the entrances
to the pews; this ribbon the ushers lift aside as they seat
the guests. The exit right is made by the centre aisle._
DISCOVERED. _Three ushers_, JOHNSTONE, FANSHAW _and_
TRIMMINS. JOHNSTONE _is sitting in the first pew_, FANSHAW
_standing outside and leaning over its front, talking to_
JOHNSTONE. TRIMMINS _is leaning with his back against the
side of the first pew across the aisle up stage. They are
dressed in long frock coats, with buttonholes of white
orchids. They are engaged in putting on white kid gloves._
FANSHAW. Is Fletcher in the vestry yet?
JOHNSTONE. Heavens, no! How long do you want him to hang around? But
he won't be late; he's serious this time.
TRIMMINS. I'm glad to hear it, because he's going to marry a splendid
girl. [_A short pause._] I hope to goodness he really loves her.
JOHNSTONE. Oh, he does, I'm sure. I'll bet you, if you like; will you
put up a silk hat on it? [_Rises._
FANSHAW. Yes, I'll take you!
JOHNSTONE. All right. [_Exit from pew. Holding out his hand which_
FANSHAW _takes, and they shake._] Done!
FANSHAW. And I hope I'll lose. And if I were he, I'd tremble in my
boots with a past like his, and the present getting so conspicuously
favourable.
JOHNSTONE. Oh, I don't believe in your boomerang pasts!
FANSHAW. And I don't believe Fletcher can have one single memory of
his own which he wouldn't rather forget since he has come to care for
Marion Wolton. [_Crosses to pew._ JOHNSTONE _crosses_.
TRIMMINS. Yes, but don't you think a fellow can sow his wild oats and
be done with them, and become a good man and an honest citizen.
FANSHAW. Of course I do, else, good Lord, where'd I be! We can't all
be ideal chaps like Douglas Rhodes. But there are oats and _oats_, and
Fletcher's are--oats!
JOHNSTONE. Well, he's sorry for them. [_Crosses to pew. As_ DOUGLAS
RHODES _enters_, TRIMMINS _exits._ RHODES _is also dressed as an usher
and comes up the aisle in time to hear_ JOHNSTONE'S _speech, as he
joins them._
DOUGLAS. Who's sorry for what?
JOHNSTONE. Fletcher for--for--for--everything!
DOUGLAS. Hum-- [_He goes up left._
FANSHAW. If he's _honestly_ sorry, he's no business marrying Marion
Wolton.
JOHNSTONE. Why not?
FANSHAW. He has a debt to be paid. He can't wash his hands of the kind
of things he's done; if he were in earnest in regretting his old life,
he would do something to make up for it.
JOHNSTONE. Well, isn't he? He's going to marry a nice girl and settle
down.
FANSHAW. If he were in earnest he'd marry, instead, one of at least
two girls I know of--not this one.
JOHNSTONE. Oh, come, there's no reason why he should do a quixotic
thing like that, he has a future before him.
FANSHAW. He has their futures before him.
JOHNSTONE. Don't preach. Why should he be dragged down--
FANSHAW. [_Interrupting._] To where he dragged them?
JOHNSTONE. Exactly; Fletcher's no fool. And then there's Mr. Dawson.
He swears by Fletcher now; they're regular pals.
FANSHAW. Ever since Mr. Wolton's death. I don't understand it.
DOUGLAS. [_Coming down left._] Yes, Dawson really believes in
Fletcher--well, perhaps he's right. There must be some good in
everybody, and perhaps Fletcher is just beginning to come to the top.
Let's hope so.
JOHNSTONE. Hang it, fellows, brace up anyway. This isn't a funeral,
you know. Hello, there's the organ. [_Organ music begins, and
selections appropriate and usual on such occasions continue
uninterruptedly._] The people will be coming now. [_He exits._] _Two
other ushers make a movement, throwing off a certain lazy, nonchalant
manner, and getting themselves into more dignified readiness for their
duties._
DOUGLAS. [_Rises, crosses to left._] I tell you, Fanshaw, this is a
hard day for me.
FANSHAW. But I'm glad you decided to come. It would have made all
sorts of gossip if you hadn't.
DOUGLAS. [_Sighs._] Yes. Anyway, as it's got to be now, we must all
make the best of it.
FANSHAW. No one besides me dreams your life is still wrapped up in
Marion Wolton.
DOUGLAS. [_Embarrassed, but pleasantly. With a half laugh._] And I
suppose that ought to be some consolation, but I don't know as it is.
However, I shall never be able to thank you enough for the comfort
you've been. A man must have some one to talk to. And it isn't every
fellow who can have a friend like you.
FANSHAW. [_Embarrassed, but pleased._] Shut up! Here's Fletcher's
mother; she came on from Richmond yesterday. [_He goes down aisle to
meet her._] And behind are those girls they want put into the front
pews. [FANSHAW _and_ DOUGLAS _exeunt. At the same moment that the two
disappear_, MRS. FLETCHER _appears on the arm of the third usher_,
TRIMMINS.
MRS. FLETCHER. [_To_ TRIMMINS, _as he shows her into the first pew
left._] You know Mrs. Wolton, of course?
TRIMMINS. The bride's mother? [_Bows in affirmative._
MRS. FLETCHER. When she comes, won't you show her in here with me,
please? [TRIMMINS _bows and exits_. MRS. FLETCHER _sits, then kneels a
moment, and then reseats herself with a touch to the trimming of the
waist of her gown somewhere. Enter_ FANSHAW _with_ MRS. LORRIMER,
JOHNSTONE _with_ KITTY, _and_ TRIMMINS _with_ ETHEL; _ladies outside.
Ushers exeunt as soon as guests are seated._
MRS. LORRIMER. [_On being shown into the first pew down stage._] Is
this the farthest front you can seat us? [_In a dissatisfied tone._
FANSHAW. [_Goes off right._] This is the _front_ pew.
MRS. LORRIMER. [_Laughing._] Of course, so it is. How silly of me!
[_She passes to the end of the pew nearest to the audience._
KITTY. [_As she follows into the pew, to_ JOHNSTONE.] Are we late?
JOHNSTONE. [_Off left._] No, you're awfully early. [TRIMMINS _off
right_.
ETHEL. [_Following into pew._] Oh, I say, girls. Isn't that a shame,
we're early. [_The three women are standing in the pew; they all turn
around to glance back into the church, which is supposed to be filling
with guests, every once in a while some one being seated by an usher
in one of the pews visible to the audience. After a glance round, the
three sit down._] What do you think of Douglas Rhodes being an usher?
MRS. LORRIMER. Oh, my dear, it doesn't take these men long to get over
a hopeless passion!
KITTY. If he is over it.
GERTRUDE. Of course he's over it, or he wouldn't be here, would he?
MRS. LORRIMER. Every time I've tried to make love to him, he has
seemed to me awfully in love with her still. [_Laugh. Enter guests._
KITTY. I was wondering this morning where in the world Marion met Mr.
Fletcher?
ETHEL. Perhaps it was at that Christian thing-a-may-gig she's
interested in.
KITTY. You mean the Young Men's Christian Association?
ETHEL. Yes, I'd bet on it's being the Young Men's. [_Laughs._
MRS. LORRIMER. Oh, my dear, you know he isn't that sort of a man at
all. He's much more my style!
KITTY. Well, you know none of us ever met him till he began to go to
the Woltons. [_Enter ushers and guests. A new selection is started on
the organ and all half rise and turn, but turn back again at once into
their places complacently._
ETHEL. I think Marion's been getting to be a perfect stick anyway,
these last few years, with all the plain covered books she reads and
all her "university settlement" stuff in the slums, and her
working-girls' clubs and things. But that makes it all the funnier for
her to marry a man she's really not known very long, don't you think
so?
GERTRUDE. Where did he come from anyway?
ETHEL. Everywhere--which you know is as good as nowhere. He's that
sort of a man.
MRS. LORRIMER. Oh, no, his family comes from Virginia. And he's a
Harvard man. [_Enter_ TRIMMINS _with guest to pew._] Was in the
fastest set there, so he must have some position! [_Laughs._
ETHEL. And he's rich.
KITTY. But Marion wouldn't marry for money.
ETHEL. Then why is she marrying him?
MRS. LORRIMER. I don't know. I think she must be in love with him.
ETHEL. [_With a laugh._] Ha! And then everyone says she's so sensible!
[_Door slams. Another different selection is started on the organ and
a door is shut off stage. The three women all half rise and turn
again._
KITTY. Here they come!
GERTRUDE. No, not yet. [_The three sit again with a murmur of
disappointment._
GERTRUDE. Well. I only hope Marion will be happy,--she's taught so
many others how to enjoy the best of life.
ETHEL. I don't see how you can sympathize with her in her
philanthropic fads! I believe in being charitable, but there's a right
and a wrong way!
KITTY. [_Quietly._] Yes, I don't suppose there's a fashionable
subscription list in town that hasn't your name on it.
ETHEL. _Not one!_ And as near the top as I can get.
MRS. LORRIMER. [_Leaning over to speak to_ ETHEL.] I agree with you! I
went down to one of Marion's working women's evening meetings--and,
really, I was bored to death.
ETHEL. Isn't the church trimmed horribly; looks as if they did it
themselves. It would be just like Marion to have some silly sentiment
about it. [_Organ stops._
KITTY. [_Strongly._] I like Marion for her sentiment. I only hope she
isn't marrying Fletcher because of it, in the hope that she will make
his life, and perhaps have to spoil her own.
BLANCHE. [_Leaning over and speaking to the three women in front._]
Doesn't the church look lovely!
ETHEL. [_Who said it looked horridly._] Perfectly lovely!
MRS. LORRIMER. Girls, who is that doddy looking creature?
ALL. [_Turning and looking back into the church._] Where?
MRS. LORRIMER. On the left-hand side of the aisle with a last winter's
coat, don't you see, with the huge sleeves!
ETHEL. Oh, yes, with the cheap fur trimming and the mangy muff--who is
it?
BLANCHE. Oh, that! It's one of the groom's country relatives.
MRS. LORRIMER. She looks it. The kind that gets cards _only_ to the
church. [_All laugh. They rise again, excitedly, showing an increase
of excitement over the first time they rose, and looking back._
ETHEL. Are they coming?
BLANCHE. No-- [_General murmur of disappointment._] It's the bride's
mother. [_All sit again._ MRS. WOLTON _enters on the arm of_ DOUGLAS.
_She is very handsomely dressed in black velvet and white lace. She is
shown into the pew with_ MRS. FLETCHER. _They exchange greetings._
DOUGLAS _exits, at the same time the_ CLERGYMAN _enters behind the
chancel rail and goes back behind the palms, &c. Meanwhile the
following dialogue is taking place._
MRS. LORRIMER. [_Leaning over._] You mean how it doesn't.
KITTY. [_Half turning to look back._] Susie Printly's Baltimore cousin
has just come in--do you think she's a beauty?
ETHEL. You mean that _awfully_ blonde girl.
MRS. LORRIMER. [_Laughingly._] Yes, that's she. Fifty cents the small
bottle, seventy-five the larger size! [_All three laugh. Short pause._
ETHEL. I suppose you've heard she's engaged?
MRS. LORRIMER. No, to whom?
ETHEL. Oh, only an American. [_Pause._
MRS. LORRIMER. Weddings always give me a homesick feeling. I like them
so.
KITTY. Well, you've had your share of them, you know.
MRS. LORRIMER. Not at all. I've only been married _twice_. Do you know
who I have my eyes on now?
KITTY. No, who is it?
MRS. LORRIMER. _Mr. Dawson!_
ETHEL. What?
KITTY. You're serious ... to marry him.
MRS. LORRIMER. Yes! Everyone will tell you he's one of the best men in
the world.
ETHEL. But my dear, that's a change for you! How'll you ever get him
into the divorce court?
MRS. LORRIMER. Nonsense! I don't want to. Haven't you heard ... my
house in Dakota's for sale. I don't belong to the Divorce Club any
more ... the membership is getting entirely too mixed! [_They look
back into the church at the people._ MRS. WOLTON _leans over to_ MRS.
FLETCHER.
MRS. WOLTON. I am so nervous I could almost cry out! Oh, I shall be so
relieved ... really, I can't tell you ... when the ceremony's over.
[_Organ. Wedding march._ FLETCHER _and his groomsman enter in front of
the chancel rails. Guests all rise, showing excitement and turning
half-way face off the stage, looking down the centre aisle._ MRS.
WOLTON _and_ MRS. FLETCHER _stand facing the altar._ MRS. FLETCHER
_takes_ MRS. WOLTON'S _arm affectionately and holds it tight in
friendly sympathy. The faint sound is heard of boys' and men's voices
singing with the organ the wedding hymn. All watch off the stage, as
if following the slow movement of a procession coming up the aisle.
Meanwhile the following dialogue occurs._
ETHEL. The Trimmins boys are the second ushers.
MRS. LORRIMER. Which is the one you were engaged to?
ETHEL. I forget, I've flirted with them both so long, but I think it's
the right hand one! [_The head of the wedding procession appears. The
choristers singing, followed by the six ushers_, DOUGLAS _and_ FANSHAW
_leading, followed by four bridesmaids. The bride enters, leaning on
the arm of_ MR. DAWSON; _the choristers exit, and continue singing off
stage softly until time indicated for them to stop. The bridesmaids
and ushers take their places, grouped properly about the chancel
steps._ MARION _stands at the centre of chancel rail, where she is
joined by_ FLETCHER, _the groomsmen standing to one side of him._
DAWSON _stands on the opposite side of_ MARION. _The_ CLERGYMAN _has
come forward and stands facing them on the other side of the chancel
railing. The guests open their prayer-books with a flutter of the
leaves._ MARION _gives bouquet to_ DAWSON. _Music stops for a
moment._]
MRS. LORRIMER. Look! do you see how charming Mr. Dawson appears by the
chancel rails. I never saw him in a more becoming place, and if it's a
_possible_ thing I shall make a rendezvous to _meet_ him there one
day! [_Music begins again softly, and accompanies the service. At
first it is heard quite distinctly while the_ CLERGYMAN _is going
through, unheard, the first part of the marriage ceremony. A short
pause in the dialogue._
ETHEL. [_Whispers to_ KITTY _and_ MRS. LORRIMER.] How composed she is.
MRS. LORRIMER. [_Whispering back._] One would think she was a widow! I
couldn't do better myself! [_A short pause in the dialogue._ CLERGYMAN
_looks up and raises his voice a little, addressing the congregation
in the church ... but not too loud so as to be too evident._
CLERGYMAN. "If any man ... [_A door is shut heavily off stage. At
sound of door slam_, DOUGLAS _exits and returns after_ JEANNETTE'S
_entrance, going directly to_ MRS. WOLTON, _who seems overcome._] can
show just cause why these two persons should not lawfully be joined
together ... [_A commotion among the guests, who turn away from the
altar, to look back into the church._] ... let him now speak. [DOUGLAS
_goes top of aisle, to block the passage._] or else hereafter forever
hold his peace...."
JEANNETTE _enters, going to the foot of the chancel steps, cries_
"Stop!" _She is a young and attractive looking woman, fashionably, but
quietly dressed. All in the church are stunned. The groom, turning,
sees her, and starts, but controls himself, glaring at_ JEANNETTE.
MARION _gazes in terror and horror at her; her bouquet drops unnoticed
by her_. MRS. WOLTON _starts to leave her pew, but is held back and
persuaded by MRS. FLETCHER to remain quietly where she is._ MR. DAWSON
_steps down one step toward_ JEANNETTE.
DAWSON. [_To_ JEANNETTE.] Who are you?
JEANNETTE. [_With a gesture toward_ FLETCHER.] _Ask him!_
DAWSON. What right have you to interrupt this ceremony?
JEANNETTE. [_With a gesture as before._] _Ask him!_
FLETCHER. She has no right! [JEANNETTE _makes an exclamation of denial
aloud_.
MARION. Swear that, Ned, swear it to me before this altar.
FLETCHER. [_Hesitates a moment._] I swear it.
MARION. [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] Go on with the ceremony. [DAWSON _steps back
to his place. The_ CLERGYMAN _takes up his prayer-book._ JEANNETTE
_comes up one of the chancel steps_.
JEANNETTE. Stop!
FLETCHER. Is there no one here to put this woman out? [_He speaks to
the groomsman._ DAWSON _speaks to_ FANSHAW, _who exits, and
immediately after the music ceases. Meanwhile the following dialogue._
KITTY. Isn't this perfectly awful! I'm going! [_Going._
ETHEL. I'm not. I'm going to stay.
MRS. LORRIMER. There may be something we can do. [KITTY _and_ GERTRUDE
_exeunt with several of the other guests._
CLERGYMAN. [_To_ JEANNETTE.] Can you show any reason why this marriage
should not ... [_Interrupted._
JEANNETTE. [_Interrupting._] I can.
CLERGYMAN. Then do so.
JEANNETTE. I will. [_She exits quickly._ MRS. WOLTON _goes to the two
bridesmaids up stage, who at the same time are joined by the two
bridesmaids down stage. Guests go out._
MRS. WOLTON. [_As she goes._] Henry! [DAWSON _joins them._] Take them
into the choir-rooms, please. [_She motions off stage._ DAWSON _with
bouquet exits. Maids exeunt. As they go_, MRS. WOLTON _and_ DOUGLAS
_meet and speak. The_ CLERGYMAN _has been speaking to_ MARION. _Ushers
urge guests to leave and exeunt with guests after_ JEANNETTE
_returns._
FLETCHER. [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] I say that woman _cannot stop_ this
ceremony. Go on!
MARION. [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] You heard him give me his word ... go on.
CLERGYMAN. I am very sorry, but the church does not allow me to. I
must give her the chance to prove herself. [FLETCHER _speaks to his
groomsman_, JOHNSTONE, _who exits into vestry. At the same time_
JEANNETTE _re-enters, bringing by the hand a small child_, EDWARD,
_with her. She leads him straight to the foot of the chancel steps,
and, pointing to_ FLETCHER, _speaks. All through the rest of this
scene, the child keeps hold of the skirts of the mother ... standing
close to her side._
JEANNETTE. This is that man's child ... and mine. [MRS. LORRIMER
_exits; also_ ETHEL. _Re-enter_ DAWSON _without bouquet._ FLETCHER
_speaks to the_ CLERGYMAN. MRS. FLETCHER _leaves the pew and joins_
MRS. WOLTON. DOUGLAS _joins_ MRS. LORRIMER, _and all the guests and
ushers leave the church quietly._ MARION _starts to go to_ MRS.
WOLTON.
MARION. Mother!
JEANNETTE. [_Turning and facing_ MARION.] Ah!... you go to _her_, in
what must be the greatest sorrow of your life ... well, so will he ...
[_With her arms around the child._] come to me when he begins to
understand, and _that's_ why I am here.
FLETCHER. [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] Ask her for proofs! She won't have them!
It is a question of her word or mine, and surely there can be no such
question, when the woman is that sort of thing! [_Turns to_ MARION.]
Marion! [_The_ CLERGYMAN _goes to_ JEANNETTE, _up stage, with whom he
talks._ MARION _joins_ FLETCHER, _and they come down the steps, but
she does not look at him._ MRS. WOLTON _starts to go to_ MARION.
FLETCHER _stops her._
FLETCHER. [_To_ MRS. WOLTON.] No. I wish to speak to Marion alone.
[MRS. WOLTON _and_ MRS. FLETCHER _speak together up stage._ MRS.
WOLTON, _turning back, faints._ DAWSON _and_ MRS. FLETCHER _take her
out._
FLETCHER. [_To_ MARION.] Do you despise me?
MARION. I can't ... I love you.
FLETCHER. I didn't deceive you, did I? You will remember I confessed
that before we met my life had not been fit to be lived in the same
world with you.
MARION. I know, but I didn't imagine anything so bad as this.
FLETCHER. Yes, I realize that now, as it is only since I have known
you that I have realized how low I was. Yet, Marion, this sort of
thing exists all around us; I am not the only one ... [_Interrupted._
MARION. [_Interrupting._] _Don't_--don't try to excuse it.
FLETCHER. At any rate ... it was before I knew you.
MARION. [_Looking up in his face for the first time, slowly._] Since
you've known me have you been good and honest?
FLETCHER. [_Without any hesitation, looks back at her, honestly._]
Yes. [_They hold this position for a moment._ CLERGYMAN _leaves_
JEANNETTE. _She speaks after him, following._
JEANNETTE. This is not _legal_ proof, you say?
CLERGYMAN. It is not sufficient.
JEANNETTE. But it's moral proof. [MARION _turns and goes back to her
place ... motions_ FLETCHER _to follow. He does so but almost
timidly._ CLERGYMAN _turns from_ JEANNETTE.] Listen! So long as he
remains as he is, there's a chance that the world won't always be able
to fling my boy's shame in his face. And I tell you, sir, the agony
she would suffer now is nothing ... _nothing_ to what her life with
him would be. And think what it is to ... [_Her emotion racks her._]
watch your child, your own flesh and blood, day and night, all its
life, terror-stricken ... [_She controls her emotions._] lest you find
some trace of his father in him!
MARION. [_Turns to_ CLERGYMAN.] We are waiting.
CLERGYMAN. But ... [_Interrupted._
MARION. [_Interrupting._] I love him; I am not willing to give him up
for that woman!
CLERGYMAN. But she swears a compact of marriage was made.
MARION. Has she proofs? [FLETCHER _glares at_ JEANNETTE; _his muscles
grow rigid_.
CLERGYMAN. _No._ [FLETCHER _relaxes_.
MARION. Very well,--I have his word against hers,--that is enough.
CLERGYMAN. [_To_ FLETCHER.] But I believe you do not deny the child?
FLETCHER. [_Tentatively._] Yes ... yes, I _do_ deny it.
MARION. [_Quickly._] This man's past, sir, is not yours, nor mine. But
his present does belong to me, and his future shall be mine too, to
_make_, not _hers to mar_.
FLETCHER. [_Impatient._] Come! We've lost enough time, let's finish
this. [CLERGYMAN _goes to his proper place behind the chancel rails_.
JEANNETTE. [_Coming up one of the chancel steps._] You shall not go on
with this marriage.
FLETCHER. [_Half angry._] She has shown what she is by the way she has
chosen to stop it.
JEANNETTE. That's a cowardly lie! And it was only when I saw by the
papers that my letters had been useless that I decided to humiliate
myself in this way. Do you think I would so degrade my womanhood for
the sake of anything on God's earth, but _one_ ... my child? [_To_
MARION.] Do you think I could do anything but loathe _him_!... [_With
a gesture toward_ FLETCHER.
MARION. But I love him.
JEANNETTE. So did I _once_. And now I'd save you if I could from all I
know you'll have to suffer. Once you're his, he'll tire of you....
MARION. [_Interrupting._] You forget one thing ... he is going to
place a wedding-ring on my hand.
JEANNETTE. Well, look at that! [_She rips her glove off violently, and
shows a wedding-ring._] He placed it there! and said he'd take me to a
church and make our compact binding.
FLETCHER. [_Who has started, frightened, at first, has controlled
himself and speaks with intense quiet._] This woman's from the
streets. She's up to all the tricks.
JEANNETTE. [_Outraged._] How dare you! I am not what he calls me! I
swear that here in this holy place. _He_ dragged me through the
streets, and any dirt upon my skirts _his_ feet have left there.
FLETCHER. Be silent. [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] If you will not finish the
service, we will find some one who will.
MARION. [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] No, I will not leave here till we are
married. I will not insult the man I have chosen for my husband by
doubting his word for hers. I won't believe he made her what she is.
FLETCHER. Marion!
MARION. Ned! [_To_ CLERGYMAN.] Go on! Go on with the ceremony!
JEANNETTE. You shall not go on! He's done his best to make me what he
says I am ... and God knows he might have succeeded ... [_Emotion._]
but for my boy's sake I fought the fight for honour ... [_Completely
controlling her emotion._] The day he tricked me ... [_With a look of
scorn at_ FLETCHER.] I stood before him as pure a woman as you stand
now, and since he left me, there has never been an hour when I
couldn't look straight into my child's eyes, not one minute I couldn't
feel his two arms about my neck without a shudder.
FLETCHER. [_More angry._] I won't stand this!
JEANNETTE. [_To_ MARION, _continuing in the same key and tone as her
former speech ... and pleadingly._] _Don't_ make vows that will take
away this innocent boy's name.
MARION. You must answer to your child for his name and honour.
FLETCHER. [_Enraged, to_ JEANNETTE.] If you don't go now I'll ...
[_Stops himself._
JEANNETTE. Before God, yours, [_To_ MARION.] mine, ... [_Clasping her
hands on her breast._] and _his_ God [_With a look of scornful warning
at_ FLETCHER.], that man is _his_ father, and _my_ husband.
FLETCHER. [_In a fearful rage._] You lie! [_Enter_ MRS. WOLTON _and_
MRS. FLETCHER.
MARION. [_Surprised ... pained._] Sh-h ... go on.
JEANNETTE. [_Coming between_ MARION _and_ FLETCHER, _she cries out ...
a wild, heart-broken, desperate cry._] No! you shall not write Bastard
on the forehead of _my child_!
FLETCHER. [_Beside himself._] By God! [_He strikes_ JEANNETTE _a blow
... which sounds...._ MARION _cries out and recoils. The two mothers
step forward with exclamations of fright and anger._ DAWSON _comes
from the choir, brought by the sound of the cry, and goes to_ MARION.
JEANNETTE _falls when struck. The child clings with both arms about
its mother's waist._
MARION. [_After a moment, drawing in a long breath, to_ FLETCHER.]
Coward! [_Her uncle takes a step forward to her ... he carries her
wedding bouquet. She seizes it from him and dashes it at the feet of_
FLETCHER, _and then, throwing back her head with an expression of
scorn, turns from him, takes the arm of her uncle with determination,
and goes down the chancel steps out of the church._ FLETCHER _stands
crestfallen._ MRS. WOLTON _and_ MRS. FLETCHER _look at each other,
horrified, speechless._
CURTAIN.