Miss Mary. There, you've spilt half of it. If it had been
whiskey, you'd have been more careful.
Sandy (submissively). Yes, miss.
Miss Mary (aside). "Yes, miss! "The man will drive me crazy with
his saccharine imbecility. (Aloud.) I believe you would assent to
anything, even if I said you were--an impostor!
Sandy (amazedly). An impostor, Miss Mary?
Miss Mary. Well, I don't know what other term you use in Red Gulch
to express a man who conceals his real name under another.
Sandy (embarrassed, but facing MISS MARY). Has anybody been
tellin' ye I was an impostor, miss? Has thet derned old fool that
I saw ye with--
Miss Mary. "That old fool," as you call him, was too honorable a
gentleman to disclose your secret, and too loyal a friend to
traduce you by an epithet. Fear nothing, Mr. "Sandy": if you have
limited your confidence to ONE friend, it has not been misplaced.
But, dear me, don't think I wish to penetrate your secret. No.
The little I learned was accidental. Besides, his business was
with me: perhaps, as his friend, you already know it.
Sandy (meekly). Perhaps, miss, he was too honorable a gentleman to
disclose YOUR secret. His business was with me.
Miss Mary (aside). He has taken a leaf out of my book! He is not
so stupid, after all. (Aloud.) I have no secret. Col. Starbottle
came here to make me an offer.
Sandy (recoiling). An offer!
Miss Mary.
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