William to take upon himself another man's wickedness!

MARY. Then, _that_ is true, at least: my father is a wicked
man! . . .

AUNTIE. I don't want to speak about your father!

MARY. He is nothing that I have wished him to be: not _brave_ . . .

VICAR. Yes--_that_ at least!

MARY [turning towards him]. _Beautiful_? . . .

VICAR. What do you mean by beautiful?

MARY. You know what I mean: What you once said God was, when you
called _Him_ beautiful.

VICAR. I have no right to judge your father.

[She perceives the evasion.]

MARY. Not even--_good_? . . .

VICAR. He is what I have made him. I and no other!

[She stands looking at him piteously.]

AUNTIE. There is another--I! I kept them apart: I poisoned your
uncle against him: I took you away from him: It was I who kept you