the fire.
Mag.
Clem.
Cte.
I beg you to do this. I have a right to exact.
Mag.
But it is impossible. It is -
Cle.
Why not? I say that I wish it, and when I tell you that the
future depends upon it, you'll understand me, - and perhaps
you will think it worth
hile.
Mag.
But Clement, - the novel is in print.
cle.
What. Printed,
Mag.
Yes, in a few days it will be everywhere for sale.
cle.
Margaret, - and without a word of it to me.
Mag.
I couldn’t do anything else, Clement. When you see it you
will forgive me, - more, - you will be proud of me.
sant
cle.
My dear child, this passes a jobe.