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Stiver.
[Coming out with glasses on, and an open book in his hand.
Pastor, you must come flying like the blast!
Your girls are sobbing—
The Children [in the doorway]. Pa! Stiver. And Madam waiting!
[Strawman goes in.
This lady has no talent for debating.
[Puts the book and glasses in his pocket, and approaches Falk.
Falk!
Falk.
Yes!
Stiver.
I hope you've changed your mind at last?
Falk.
Why so?
Stiver.
For obvious reasons. To betray
Communications made in confidence,
Is conduct utterly without defence.
They must not pass the lips.
