EPHRAIM. And if you'll let me, we'll go on being friends.
RUTH. Of course you will. Now more than ever.
MATTHEW (roughly). You don't know what you're talking about, lass.
RUTH. Tell them, Guy.
EPHRAIM. Guy?
GUY. Mr. Butterworth, you and my father must be friends, because I'm going to marry Ruth.
MATTHEW. What's that?
RUTH. Yes, father, it's true.
MATTHEW (excitedly calling and opening door). Here, Mary! Mary, where are you?
(Enter Mary.)