ADAM CHERRY.
No, no! of course not! I didn't mean that. He was a villain, Mrs. Wheedles—a villain. (He bustles her, still crying, towards the door.)
MRS. WHEEDLES.
No, I won't say that.
ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, I would, Mrs. Wheedles, if I were you. Only I'd go downstairs where I could have a good cry about it all to myself, and not come up again till I felt better.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Ah, no, Mr. Cherry, crying won't mend matters. We must grin and bear things in this world. (She is still crying.) You bring down those potatoes whenever you're ready, dear. (She goes off crying.)
NELLY MORRIS.
Thank you, Mrs. Wheedles.