ann. Amen. Some people are so careful of their lives. If we fail miserably we'll hold our tongues . . won't we?
abud. I don't know . . I can't speak of this.
ann. These impossible things which are done mustn't be talked of . . that spoils them. We don't want to boast of this, do we?
abud. I fancy nobody quite believes that we are married.
ann. Here's my ring . . real gold.
abud. [With a sudden fierce throw up of his head.] Never you remind me of the difference between us.
ann. Don't speak to me so.
abud. Now I'm your better.
ann. My master . . The door's locked.
abud. [Nodding.] I know that I must be . . or be a fool.