LAURA. I know.
JOHN. I told them who I was going to marry.
LAURA. Well?
JOHN. They said something about you and Brockton, and I found that
they'd said too much, but not quite enough.
LAURA. What did they say?
JOHN. Just that--too much and not quite enough. There's a minister
waiting for us over on Madison Avenue. You see, then you'll be my
wife. That's pretty serious business, and all I want now from you is
the truth.
LAURA. Well?
JOHN. Just tell me that what they said was just an echo of the
past--that it came from what had been going on before that wonderful
day out in Colorado. Tell me that you've been on the level. I don't
want their word, Laura--I just want yours.
LAURA _summons all her courage, looks up into his loving eyes, shrinks
a moment before his anxious face, and speaks as simply as she can._
LAURA. Yes, John, I have been on the level.
JOHN. [_Very tenderly._] I knew that, dear, I knew it. [_He takes her
in his arms and kisses her. She clings to him in pitiful helplessness.
His manner is changed to one of almost boyish happiness._] Well, now
everything's all ready, let's get on the job. We haven't a great deal
of time. Get your duds on.
LAURA. When do we go?
JOHN. Right away. The great idea is to get away.
LAURA. All right.
[_Gets hat off trunk, crosses to bureau, puts it on._
JOHN. Laura, you've got trunks enough, haven't you? One might think
we're moving a whole colony.
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