Jane. (Sighing.) Ah, me—ah, me!
Alph. No, not an army—not the Salvation Army; but it is an indescribable something that soars on high—a something that—that—— Do not interrupt me.
Jane. I didn’t interrupt you.
Alph. Well, why didn’t you? Ah, Jane, did you but know—if you only knew——
Jane. What?
Alph. I don’t know. Never mind, bring up all that is past and is to come. I have something to say to you—something to ask you, which means life or death to me.
Jane. (Aside.) He’s going to ask me to marry him. (Aloud.) What is it?
Alph. Tell me—tell me——
Jane. Yes—yes.
Alph. Has your mother sold the mangle?