Bill (aside). This won't do, Bill! I'm a shamed o' you, Bill! Exit.
Mat. No, Susan, it's not hunger. It's the old story, Sue.
Sus. Mattie! I never! You don't mean to go for to tell me you're a breakin' of your precious heart about him? It's not your gentleman surely! It's not him ye're turnin' sick about, this time o' day?
MATTIE nods her head listlessly.
Sus. What's up fresh, then? You was pretty bobbish when you left me. It's little he thinks of you, I'll be bound.
Mat. That's true enough. It's little he ever thought of me. He did say he loved me, though. It's fifty times he did!
Sus. Lies, lies, Mattie—all lies!
Mat. No, Susan; it wasn't lies. He meant it—at the time. That's what made it look all right. Oh dear! Oh dear!
Sus. But what's come to you now, Mattie? What's fresh in it? You're not turned like this all at once for nothink!
Mat. I've seen him!