JOHN. That young woman had better be careful. She’s a bit of a besom, Maggie.
MAGGIE. She’s beautiful, John.
JOHN. She has a neat way of stretching herself. For playing with she would do as well as another.
[She looks at him wistfully.]
MAGGIE. You couldn’t stay and have a talk for a few minutes?
JOHN. If you want me, Maggie. The longer you keep them waiting, the more they think of you.
MAGGIE. When are you to announce that we’re to be married, John?
JOHN. I won’t be long. You’ve waited a year more than you need have done, so I think it’s your due I should hurry things now.
MAGGIE. I think it’s noble of you.
JOHN. Not at all, Maggie; the nobleness has been yours in waiting so patiently. And your brothers would insist on it at any rate. They’re watching me like cats with a mouse.