Bess. Oh May, how could you be so cruel! (Falls into May’s arms.)
May. I thought it my duty, Bess.
Nancy. Who’s driven out now?
Simon (comes down). Matt Winsor; and I did it, Nancy.
Nancy. You? ’Twas a shabby trick.
Roy (outside). May, May. Home again.
May. Roy, Roy, at last. (Jumps up.)
(Enter Roy C.)
Roy. Ah, my darling. (Catches her in his arms.)
May (runs into his arms). Oh, Roy.