CONSTABLE
Good evenin'. To-morrow mornin' at eight!
[Exit.
AUGUST
Marthel, go into the kitchen a bit of a while.—Father, I've got to speak with you. Go, Marthel; go an' shut the door. But Marthel, didn't you see anythin' o' Rose?
MARTHEL
No, nothin'! [Surreptitiously she beckons to him with her hand.] I'll tell you something August.
AUGUST
Close the door, lass. I have no time now. [He himself closes the kitchen door.] Father, you'll have to withdraw your suit.