Bess. A letter. Don’t forget the letter.
Matt. All right, little one: I’m off. (Exit.)
Bess. Isn’t he splendid, May? I never saw a man I liked so well.
May. Ah! have you forgotten Marcus Graves, Bess?
Bess. Eh? Hasn’t he forgotten me?
May. I think not. At any time we may have news of him. You know Roy is now seeking him, for your sake.
Bess. He’s very kind. (Aside.) Now what’s the matter with her, I wonder?
May. And this man, Matt Winsor, caused his dismissal.
Bess. Poor fellow. He didn’t mean any harm. And I’m sure it is for the best.
May. Suppose he should never return?