MARY. All what?
RUTH. All Martin said.
MARY. You've got that fellow on the brain. No. 'Twasn't all, then. He wants to meet you.
RUTH. Tell him I will.
MARY. I'll tell him no such thing, and you a married woman.
RUTH. You'll tell him I will see him. Not here, though. He mustn't come here.
MARY. And I'll not have my house put to such a use. So that settles it.
RUTH. There is an old quarry on the moors. Martin knows. It's where the stone was quarried when they built the factory. I'll meet him there to-morrow night at eight. Will you tell him that, or must I write?
MARY. Can Martin read?
RUTH. I'm not sure. Tell him, mother.