_Harold enters. He stops short in the doorway, and drops the brioches.
He looks at one woman, then at the other. Suddenly he goes between them
with arms outspread as though to keep the peace_.
HAROLD. No! no! I am not worthy of either of you! (_They stare at him,
bewildered. He goes on_)--Why should you struggle over me? Do not hate
each other! For my sake, be friends! Ah, God, that this tragic meeting
should have happened! And now I must decide between you.... (_He goes
to Mrs. Falcington and throws himself on his knees before her_.)
Forgive and forget! Come back with me to Evanston!
MRS. FALCINGTON (_over his head to Isabel_) The perfect egotist!
_The curtain falls, and then rises again for a moment. Harold is now
on his knees to Isabel_.
HAROLD. Marry me!
ISABEL. Harold! You have not been all this time getting brioches. I
smell--heliotrope!
_The curtain rises and falls several times, showing Harold on his
knees alternately to the two women, who look at each other above his
head, paying no attention to him_.