It's wonderful. To stand like that.
Mrs. Cromwell:
Not wonder only, girl. There are griefs.
Bridget:
They are wonderful, too, I think.
Mrs. Cromwell:
Youth, you are dear. With an old woman, it's all reckoning. One sees the follies then of this man and that.
Bridget:
It had to come, grandmother. The King was taking all.
Mrs. Cromwell: