Almeric, I think it's noble to be brave in
trouble, but--
ALMERIC [puzzled]. I say, you know, you've really _got_ me!
ETHEL. I mean that I admire you for your pluck, for seeming unconcerned
under disgrace, but--
ALMERIC. _Disgrace_? Why, who's disgraced--not even the Governor, as I
see it. You got that chap called off, didn't you?
ETHEL. Whom do you mean?
ALMERIC. Why, that convict chap--didn't you send him away? You bought
him off, didn't you, so that he won't talk? Gave him money not to bother
us?
ETHEL [rising, and turning on him indignantly]. Why, Heaven pity you! Do
you think that?
ALMERIC. Oh--what?--he wouldn't agree to be still? Oh, I say, that'll
be rather a pill for the Governor--he'll be a bit worried, you know.
ETHEL. Don't you see that it's time for you to worry a little for
yourself? That you've got to begin at once to do something worthy that
will obliterate this shame--to begin a career--to work--to work!
ALMERIC [puzzled]. But? But I mean to say, though--but what _for_? What
possible need will there be for an extreme like that? Don't you see, in
the first place, there's the settlement--
ETHEL [aghast]. Settlement! You talk of settlement, _now_.
LADY CREECH [angrily]. Settlement, _certainly_ there's the settlement!
ETHEL. What for?
LADY CREECH.
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