DAUGHTER (distressed). Oh, don't say that. We must be friends.
SINGER. Only friends?
DAUGHTER (gently). Tell me about her.
SINGER. There is not much to tell, dear. I thought she loved me. Perhaps that was why I thought I loved her. When I told her, she pretended to be surprised. I don't think she was surprised. She was very pretty. (He pauses.)
DAUGHTER. And hard?
SINGER. It is not for me to say anything against her. It is through her that I came here.
DAUGHTER. When you came here the other day, had you forgotten her?
SINGER (singing). "Oh, let the wench, the wench be whom she will, so long as I can walk on Morland Hill." Didn't I say so on that first day?
DAUGHTER. Of course, I know very little of the world, but I do wonder sometimes if people who sing about the joys of wandering are really enjoying it all the time.
SINGER (looking round at the window). Is Johannes about?