You love me, I love you,--isn't that the chief thing, dearest?
RUTH. But how much longer must we keep it secret?
GEOFFREY. Till I can straighten my affairs out. I can't explain it all
to you; there are terrible debts,--one more than all the others,--a debt
I made when I was in college.
RUTH. If I could only help you! I have a _little_ money.
GEOFFREY. No, I love you too much; besides, this debt isn't _money_,
and I hope to get rid of it somehow before long.
RUTH. Forgive me for worrying you. It is only that every one is so happy
at this wedding except me,--dear Jinny brimming over with joy, as I
would be,--and it's made me feel--a little--
GEOFFREY. [_Comes around the sofa and sits beside her._] I know, dear,
and it's made me feel what a brute I am! Oh, if you knew how I hate
myself for all I've done, and for the pain and trouble I cause you now!
[_MAGGIE, her sharp features set tense, appears in the doorway on the
left behind the curtains and listens._
RUTH. Never mind, we won't think of that any more.
GEOFFREY. I can never throw it off, not for a minute! I'm a worthless
fellow and how can you love me--
RUTH.
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