Cromwell:
Yes, yes. Bridget, girl.
(Bridget goes.)
Mrs. Cromwell:
Oliver, boy, you were quite right—all that you said to those men, I mean. I don't approve, mind you, but you were quite right.
Cromwell:
Thank you, mother. I knew you would think so.
Elizabeth:
I wonder what will come of it. You never know, once you begin like this.
Cromwell: