MICH. Fair, with changing grey eyes that could be serious or merry as she pleased, and fine clear features, and the sweetest provoking mouth——
AUDR. I hate her. Who was she?
MICH. Miss Standerwick’s niece. She stayed there all the summer that year.
AUDR. Was that a happy summer?
MICH. The happiest I have ever known—till this.
AUDR. Ah!
MICH. I used to go to evening church and follow them home, and wait outside till I could see the candle in her window. When it went out I used to walk home.
AUDR. Across those fields where we walked the other night?
MICH. Yes.
AUDR. I’ll never walk that way again. Go on.