Will. And does Miss Boltwood—er—er—is she still disapproving of me?
Mandy (cheerfully). Oh, yes, sir. She powerful mad when she see dem beads on Miss Betty’s neck. And when she frowed dem out de window——
Will. Who? Not Miss Betty?
Mandy. Oh, yes, sir. She got mad, too, an’ frowed de lovely beads out de window. We ain’t never found dem, neider, sir.
(Will. looks much cast down.)
Enter Miss B. and Betty with bandboxes and bags. They wear bonnets. They stare dumbfounded at the Judge and Will.
Miss B. (going to Judge at L.). Stephen Ingram, thank God!
(They clasp hands.)
Betty (flying to the side of Will.). Oh, William! (He tries to rise, but sinks back.) Your wound, how fares it?
(She hangs over him and Mandy brings pillows.)