GEOFFREY. I was drunk when I married you!
MAGGIE. More shame to you!
GEOFFREY. You're right. But I was only twenty--and you--led me on--
MAGGIE. [_Interrupting him._] Me! led you on! _me_, as decent and nice
a girl as there was in New Haven if I do do housework, and that's my
wedding ring and you put it there, and mother's got the certificate
locked up good and safe in her box with my dead baby sister's hair and
the silver plate off my father's coffin!
GEOFFREY. We mustn't talk here any more!
MAGGIE. You look out! If I wasn't so fond of your sister Miss Jinny,
and if the old people weren't so good to me, I'd just show you right
up _here_--_now_!
GEOFFREY. I'll _buy_ you off if I can't divorce you!
MAGGIE. _You!_ Poof!
[_GIRLS' voices are heard from the ballroom._
GEOFFREY. Look out--some one's coming!
MAGGIE. [_Going._] You haven't got a red cent; my cheque's always one of
your _father's_!
[_She goes out Right._
GEOFFREY. Good God! what am I going to do--shoot myself, if I don't get
out of this soon--I must get some air!
[_He goes out Left.
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