MRS. HALM.
Even a baronet made application.
MISS JAY.
But Molly was not to be made their catch.
She had met Strawman upon private stages;
To see him was to love him—
FALK.
And despatch
The wooing gentry home without their wages?
MRS. HALM.
Was it not just a too romantic match?
MISS JAY.
And then there was a terrible old father,
Whose sport was thrusting happy souls apart;
She had a guardian also, as I gather,
To add fresh torment to her tortured heart.
But each of them was loyal to his vow;
A straw-hatched cottage and a snow-white ewe
They dream'd of, just enough to nourish two—
MRS. HALM.
Or at the very uttermost a cow,—
MISS JAY.
In short, I've heard it from the lips of both,—
A beck, a byre, two bosoms, and one troth.
FALK.
Ah yes! And then—?
MISS JAY.
She broke with kin and class.
FALK.
She broke—?