ALLEN. (Yielding—back of sofa.) Ah, thee don’t know how hard thee makes it for me to say no.
CLARA. Then don’t say it—it would make me so happy. (Looking up at him.)
ALLEN. It would?
CLARA. (Laying her hand as if unwittingly on his.)
And I should think you—(drooping her head.) Ah! I’d better not say what I should think you.
ALLEN. Ah, well, lass, if you wish it, I will then.
CLARA. You will really?
ALLEN. Yes—if it will make thee happy I will. And now let’s talk about yourself. (Sits l. next to Clara.) Thee is the company I most wants to join. How have thee been getting on?
CLARA. (Looking down.) Oh, dear!
ALLEN. What does “Oh dear” mean?