Man.
Possible.
But are you sure there is no other man
Stands in his way?
Woman.
How can I tell? So be,
He should be here to help her. What she'll do
I am sure I do not know. We cannot keep her.
And for her work, she does it far too well
To earn a living by it. Her times are changed—
She should not give herself such prideful airs.
Man.
Come, come, old wife! you women are so hard
On one another! You speak fair for men,
And make allowances; but when a woman
Crosses your way, you speak the worst of her.
But where is this you're going then to-night?
Do they want me to go as well as you?
Woman.
Yes, you must go, or else it is no use.
They cannot give the money to me, except
My husband go with me. He told me so.
Man.
Well, wife, it's worth the going—but to see:
I don't expect a groat to come of it.
SCENE III.—Kitchen of a small inn. Host and Hostess.
Host.
That's a queer customer you've got upstairs!
What the deuce is he?
Hostess.
What is that to us?
He always pays his way, and handsomely.
I wish there were more like him.
Host.
Has he been
At home all day?
Hostess.
He has not stirred a foot
Across the threshold. That's his only fault—
He's always in the way.