DEBORAH.
'Tis naught--naught but Deborah Read come to say to you--to say to
you--that she should have remembered that you were a stranger in a city
full of strangers. (Pleadingly.) Indeed, indeed I did not mean to hurt
you! I do not mind your rusty clothes; I do not mock your--your faded
hat. I--I have been full of foolish pride. Will you forgive me?

FRANKLIN
(rising; amazed).
Deborah!

DEBORAH
(hurrying on).
I had not meant to laugh at you this morning. Will you forgive that,
too?

FRANKLIN
(moved).
Deborah!

DEBORAH.
I know I sometimes judge by foolish standards. Will you forgive?

FRANKLIN.
With all my heart, my friend. (They clasp hands on it.) And will you,
Deborah, forgive me my blunt speeches? I knew not how to please you. I
meant no harm.

DEBORAH
(earnestly).