ETHEL. To Mr. St. Aubyn? I think it quite unnecessary.
PIKE. I'm afraid I can't see it just that way [with an apologetic
laugh]. I'll _have_ to have a couple of talks with him--sort of look him
over, so to speak. I won't stay around here spoilin' your fun any longer
than I can help. Only just for that, and to get a letter I'm expectin'
here from England. Don't you be afraid.
ETHEL. I do not see that you need have come at all. [Her lip begins to
tremble.] We could have been spared this mortification.
PIKE [sadly]. You mean _I_ mortify you? Why, I--I can't see how.
ETHEL. In a hundred ways--every way. That common person who is with
you--
PIKE [gently]. _He_ ain't common. You only think so because he's with
_me_.
ETHEL [sharply]. Who is he?
PIKE. He told me his name, but I can't remember it. I call him "Doc."
ETHEL. It doesn't _matter_! What _does_ matter is that you needn't have
come. You could have _written_ your consent.
PIKE [mildly]. Not without seeing the young man.
ETHEL. And you could have arranged the settlement in the same way.
PIKE [smiling]. Settlement? You seem to have _settled_ it pretty well
without me.
ETHEL. You do not understand. An alliance of this sort always entails a
certain settlement.
PIKE. Yes, ma'am--when folks get married they generally settle down
considerable.
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