MARY. It isn't right, but——
RUTH. You will. I'm doing this for Guy. You've stirred me from my sleep at last. To-morrow night at eight. Mary. Well, I'll tell him.
RUTH. That's right. There's Guy's step now.
MARY. Then I'll be going. God bless you, lass. ( Kissing her.)
(Enter Guy.)
GUY (to Mary). Good evening.
MARY (apologetically). I was just going, sir.
GUY (warming himself by fire, speaking over his shoulder). Oh, don't hurry away. You'll find it cold outside.
MARY. I must go sharp. If you're here it means factory's loosed and Matt'll be at home looking for his supper. Good night, sir.
(Exit Mary. Guy goes to Ruth with lover-like attitude. They are on the best of terms.)