RUTH. Yes. I told him "no."
MARTIN (to Ruth). Have I no chance?
MATTHEW. A chance of what? Of taking Ruth from here, where she's all a woman wants, and making her starve alongside of you and expecting her to go into the factory to help you to make a livelihood. My daughter's not for your sort, my lad.
RUTH. I told him that.
MARTIN. Yes, you told me, but I haven't finished hoping yet.
MATTHEW. If you're hoping for a wife to work for you, you've come to the wrong shop this time.
MARTIN. You're a proud man, Mr. Butterworth, and, Ruth, you're proud and all. I'm just a weaver lad that loves you and 'ud work till I drop for you. And maybe you'll find out your mistake some day. Proud you may be and proud you are, but if you're not above taking a warning from me, you'll be careful where you walk o' nights. There's company that's dangerous for you.
MATTHEW (suspiciously). What's that?
RUTH (quickly). Who cares what a man says when he's sent about his business?
MATTHEW. You're right there, lass. It's not for me to take notice of his words.