That he and I--
AUSTIN. Love each other.
RUTH. Oh, but that isn't all.
AUSTIN. I know the rest!
RUTH. He told you--about--about--
AUSTIN. The marriage?--Yes?
RUTH. Oh, I'm so glad, so glad! Now I can speak of it to some one, and
some one who can advise me, and will help us.
AUSTIN. I have already advised him, but he doesn't seem to be taking my
advice; it has worried me.
RUTH. When I left he was awfully depressed. He said he saw no prospect
of being able to publish our marriage for years, maybe!
AUSTIN. _What_ marriage?
[_In astonishment._
RUTH. _Our_ marriage, in Brooklyn! [_She notices his expression and is
alarmed._] You said he had told you!
AUSTIN. [_Recovering himself, and speaking at first with hesitation._]
Yes, but not the details, not--wait, I'm a little confused. [_Rising and
walking a moment._] Let's get it all quite clear now, that's the only
way I can help you--both; I ought, of course, to have gone through it
all with him, but there really wasn't time.
RUTH. I can't go on like this much longer. It's killing me to deceive
mother; I _must_ tell her soon!
AUSTIN.
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