Roy. Remarkable ignorance, Bess. But you are young and green. Did you, indeed?
Bess. Yes; and that the flame of love was extinguished when the husband, poor man! was obliged to rise, on a cold, frosty morning, to build the fire.
Roy. That only adds fuel to the flame.
Bess. That the fountain of affection ceased to flow, when he had to go a mile to draw a pail of water.
Roy. Liquid nonsense. You are alluding, of course, now, chatterbox, to our first effort at housekeeping; but all that is over; everything is nicely arranged, and we can now bask in the warmth of domestic fires.
Bess. If the chimney doesn’t smoke,——which it does, you know, awfully.
Roy (crossing to chair R. of table). Hang the chimney! You’d put a damper on anything. May, what shall we do with this girl?
May. Let her scoff. It will be our turn soon; her fate is approaching.
Bess (jumping up). Did you hear his step?