I am very glad to say that you don’t owe me anything. I don’t like you, I haven’t forgiven you for what you did to your mother’s life. Nor for a worse thing, one you haven’t brains enough to even know you’ve done. Don’t be grateful to me, Ben, please. I think nothing could distress me more than that. BEN You’ve been a good friend to me. JUDGE I haven’t meant to be, as I said I don’t like you. I haven’t any faith in you. I don’t believe in this new life of yours. You made a mess of the old one, and I think you will of the new. BEN No matter what you say, you can’t get away from me. I’ll be grateful till I die. But for you I’d have gone to that damned prison! JUDGE But for Jane. BEN How Jane? JUDGE How Jane? Jane went your bond the day your mother died. Jane took you in and taught you how to work, made you work, taught you through the one decent spot in you something of a thing you’d never know, self-respect. Worked over you, petted you, coaxed you--held you up--Then you hurt her--but she kept on--She went herself to Kimbal, after he had refused me, and got his help to keep you out of prison--then, against my will, against the best that I could do to stop her, she turns over all this to you--and goes out with nothing--and you ask “How Jane?” BEN Why? Why has she done this, all this, for me? [_The Judge looks at Ben with contempt and turns and exits. Ben is left in deep thought. Jane comes downstairs dressed for a journey with a hand bag, etc. She enters._ JANE Good-by, Ben. (_She crosses to him, her hand out_) Good-by. Won’t you say good-by? BEN First, there’s some things I got to know about. JANE (_smiles_) I guess there’s not much left for us to say, Ben. BEN (_she crosses to door, but he gets ahead of her_) There’s things I got to know. (_She looks at him but does not speak_) The Judge tells me ’twas you got Kimbal to let me go free. (_He looks at her--she half turns away_) Answer me. (_Pause_) The Judge tells me you gave up what was yours--to me--without no other reason than because you wanted me to have it. That’s true, ain’t it? (_Pause_) You sent me every cent you had, when you knew mother was dying, then you went bail for me, like he said--and did all them other things. I don’t know as any woman ever did any more--. I want to know why! JANE Why do you think? BEN I don’t know--I sort of thought--sort of hoped---- JANE (_bravely_) It was because I loved her, Ben---- BEN Oh. [_He turns away disappointed._ JANE You’re forgetting, I guess, how long we was alone here--when you was in France--then the months we didn’t know where you was, when the police was looking for you--She used to make me promise if ever I could I’d help you. BEN Well--all I’ve got to say is you’re no liar. JANE Good-by. [_She turns to go._ BEN Wait. (_Closes door_) Let’s see that letter you said she left for you. JANE