Sus. They won't forgive them like you, then, Mattie!
Mat. I dare say they're much the same as we are when it comes to that, Sue.
Sus. Don't say me, Mattie. I wouldn't forgive him—no, not if I was to die for it. But what came of it, child?
Mat. I made some noise, I suppose, and the lady started.
Sus. And then you up and spoke?
Mat. I turned sick, and fell down.
Sus. Poor dear!
Mat. She got me a glass of wine, but I couldn't swallow it, and got up and crawled out.
Sus. Did he see you?
Mat. I think he did.