Nell: You and I, and love, and John Barleycorn—yes.
Burns: Then there was my Mary; she died. Then Jean came. You didn’t scold.
Nell: I knew they would come. I told you I was not for wedding.
Burns: Jean is a mother.
Nell: You?
Burns: Yes.
Nell: You’ll wed her then, so why grieve? She’s good, and she’s comely.
Burns: I love her, Nell, and I’d be proud of her. But I’m not to wed her.
Nell: But that’s not honest, Robin.
Burns: They won’t let me.