esitating a
moment, then drawing up chair and sitting down.] I . . . I do not
understand.

LORETTA. [Wailing.] I am so unhappy!

NED. [Inquisitorially.] Why unhappy?

LORETTA. Because . . . he . . . he wants to marry me.

NED. [His face brightening instantly, leaning forward and laying a hand
soothingly on hers.] That should not make any girl unhappy. Because you
don't love him is no reason--[Abruptly breaking off.] Of course you
don't love him? [LORETTA shakes her head and shoulders vigorously.]
What?

LORETTA. [Explosively.] No, I don't love Billy! I don't want to love
Billy!

NED. [With confidence.] Because you don't love him is no reason that
you should be unhappy just because he has proposed to you.

LORETTA. [Sobbing.] That's the trouble. I wish I did love him. Oh, I
wish I were dead.

NED. [Growing complacent.] Now my dear child, you are worrying yourself
over trifles. [His second hand joins the first in holding her hands.]
Women do it every day. Because you have changed your mind, or did not
know you mind, because you have--to use an unnecessarily harsh
word--jilted a man--

LORETTA. [Interrupting, raising her head and looking at him.] Jilted?
Oh Ned, if that were a all!

NED. [Hollow voice.] All!

[NED's hands slowly retreat from hers. He opens his mouth as though to
speak further, then changes his mind and remains silent.]

LORETTA. [Protestingly.] But I don't want to marry him!

NED. Then I shouldn't.

LORETTA. But I ought to marry him.

NED. _Ought_ to marry him? [LORETTA nods.] That is a strong word.

LORETTA. [Nodding.] I know it is. [Her lips are trembling, but she
strives for control and manages to speak more calmly.] I am a wicked
woman. A terrible wicked woman. No one knows how wicked I am . . .
except Billy.

NED. [Starting, looking at her queerly.] He . . . Billy knows? [LORETTA
nods. He debates with himself a moment.] Tell me about it. You must
tell me all of it.

LORETTA. [Faintly, as though about to weep again.] All of it?

NED. [Firmly.] Yes, all of it.

LORETTA. [Haltingly.] And . . . will . . . you . . . ever . . . forgive
. . . me?

NED. [Drawing a long, breath, desperately.] Yes, I'll forgive you. Go
ahead.

LORETTA. There was no one to tell me. We were with each other so much.
I did not know anything of the world . . . then. [Pauses.]

NED. [Impatiently.] Go on.

LORETTA. If I had only known. [P