RUTH. I'm not a cat to be won over with caresses.
MARTIN. You always fancied finery.
RUTH. Finery! It's good for finery to bring it on the moors to-night.
MARTIN. It keeps you warm.
RUTH. So does my fire. And yet I've left my fire I'm here.
MARTIN. Why are you here?
RUTH. To see you.
MARTIN. Only that?
RUTH. What else?
MARTIN. Why do you choose this night of all the nights that have gone by since—since we made our plan and you took him for husband?