RUTH. Yes, Guy, to-morrow.
(Exeunt Ephraim and Guy.)
MARY (going to Ruth as if to kiss her). Well, lass, you said you'd surprise us. You have and all. Biggest surprise I ever had. Wedding the young master. Something like a match now this is.
RUTH. Don't, mother. I'm so ashamed.
MARY. Ashamed? Where's the shame in getting wed? We all come to it.
MATTHEW. And you've come to it rare and well. And me thinking in yonder while Mr. Barlow talked to me I'd have small cause now to send young Kelsall off, for I'm a factory hand myself the same as he.
RUTH. Poor Martin Kelsall.
MATTHEW. Aye, poor he is and rich you're going to be. You've little need to think of Kelsall now.
RUTH. No. I mustn't think of Martin now. I'm doing what I meant to do. I've got Guy Barlow.
MARY. Ruth, there'll be a lot of sewing to be done.