Before a month passes your home will be at my mercy.
MRS GEORGE [rising, at bay] Do you think I'll let myself be
driven into a trap like this?
HOTCHKISS. You are in it already. Marriage is a trap. You are
married. Any man who has the power to spoil your marriage has the
power to spoil your life. I have that power over you.
MRS GEORGE [desperate] You mean it?
HOTCHKISS. I do.
MRS GEORGE [resolutely] Well, spoil my marriage and be--
HOTCHKISS [springing up] Polly!
MRS GEORGE. Sooner than be your slave I'd face any unhappiness.
HOTCHKISS. What! Even for George?
MRS GEORGE. There must be honor between me and George, happiness
or no happiness. Do your worst.
HOTCHKISS [admiring her] Are you really game, Polly? Dare you
defy me?
MRS GEORGE. If you ask me another question I shant be able to
keep my hands off you [she dashes distractedly past him to the
other end of the table, her fingers crisping].
HOTCHKISS. That settles it. Polly: I adore you: we were born for
one another. As I happen to be a gentleman, I'll never do
anything to annoy or injure you except that I reserve the right
to give you a black eye if you bite me; but youll never get rid
of me now to the end of your life.
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