Sometimes by friends forsaken, O;
And when my hope was at the top,
I still was worst mistaken, O.
It’s a poor, low-hearted doctrine you say, you masters. Well, there it is. Jeannie, girl, they’ve told you the truth about me.
Jean: I’ve known the truth about you these six years, Robin, in spite of everybody’s telling.
[A stranger, a traveller, appears at the door.]
Stranger: Mr. Burns? Will you forgive me? I have a letter from Mr. Gavin Hamilton.
[Handing him the letter.]
Burns (reading): Mr. Hamilton’s friends are welcome. Jean, Mr. Fenton.
Jean: Good-evening—have you eaten?