RUTH. You've seen me every evening for a month.
GUY. And I'm no farther than when we began. You're hot and cold by turn. You lead me on and thrust me off. You play with me. To-night you said you wouldn't walk with me to-morrow.
RUTH. And time I did. I've walked with you too much. A change of company is good.
GUY (startled). Company? What company?
RUTH (dryly). My mother's. You say you're where you were when we begun. Perhaps you are. But I am not. It's no new thing for you to go your walks with a weaver's lass. But it's new for me to be the lass. Do you think there are no wagging tongues about?
GUY. It's news to me that you give heed to gossip. You're not going to talk about your reputation, are you?
RUTH. No. I shan't talk about it, Guy.
GUY (scornfully). I thought you made of finer stuff.
RUTH. Than those others you have walked with?
GUY (sharply). What's that to do with you?