CHRIS—[Getting to his feet—raging triumphantly before ANNA has a chance to get in a word.] Yes, Anna believe me, not you! She know her old fa'der don't lie like you.
ANNA—[Turning on her father angrily.] You sit down, d'you hear? Where do you come in butting in and making things worse? You're like a devil, you are! [Harshly.] Good Lord, and I was beginning to like you, beginning to forget all I've got held up against you!
CHRIS—[Crushed—feebly.] You ain't got nutting for hold against me, Anna.
ANNA—Ain't I yust! Well, lemme tell you—[She glances at BURKE and stops abruptly.] Say, Mat, I'm s'prised at you. You didn't think anything he'd said—
BURKE—[Glumly.] Sure, what else would it be?
ANNA—Think I've ever paid any attention to all his crazy bull? Gee, you must take me for a five-year-old kid.
BURKE—[Puzzled and beginning to be irritated at her too.] I don't know how to take you, with your saying this one minute and that the next.
ANNA—Well, he has nothing to do with it.
BURKE—Then what is it has? Tell me, and don't keep me waiting and sweating blood.
ANNA—[Resolutely] I can't tell you—and I won't. I got a good reason—and that's all you need to know. I can't marry you, that's all there is to it. [Distractedly.] So, for Gawd's sake, let's talk of something else.