MRS. HALM.
Broke with them.
FALK.
There's a plucky lass!
MISS JAY.
And fled to Strawman's garret—
FALK.
How? Without—
Ahem, the priestly consecration?
MISS JAY.
Shame!
MRS. HALM.
Fy, fy! my late beloved husband's name
Was on the list of sponsors—!
STIVER [to MISS JAY].
The one room
Not housing sheep and cattle, I presume.
MISS JAY [to STIVER].
O, but you must consider this, my friend;
There is no Want where Love's the guiding star;
All's right without if tender Troth's within.
[To Falk.
He loved her to the notes of the guitar,
And she gave lessons on the violin—
MRS. HALM.
Then all, of course, on credit they bespoke—
GULDSTAD.
Till, in a year, the timber merchant broke.