Jennie. Yes, I have—but I wouldn't never have done it if I'd known—boo-hoo—as how you'd behave this way an' deny ever havin' said a word. I—I—I l-lo-love Mr. Hicks, an' I—I hate you—and I wish I'd let him come up and kill you, as he said he would.
Dorothy. Jennie! Jennie! be calm! Where is Hicks now?
Yardsley. That's so. Where is Hicks? I want to see him.
Jennie. Never fear for that. You'll see him. He's layin' for you outside. An' that, Miss Dorothy, is why I was a-wavin' at him an' sayin' "pst" to him. I wanted to warn him, mum, of his danger, mum, because Hicks is very vi'lent, and he told me in so many words as how he was a-goin' to do—him—up.
Barlow. You'd better inform Mr. Hicks, Jennie, that Mr. Yardsley is already done up.
Yardsley. Do me up, eh? Well, I like that. I'm not afraid of any coachman in creation as long as he's off the box. I'll go see him at once.
Dorothy. No—no—no. Don't, Mr. Yardsley; don't, I beg of you. I don't want to have any scene between you.
Yardsley (heroically). What if he succeeds? I don't care. As Barlow says, I'm done up as it is. I don't want to live after this. What's the use. Everything's lost.
Barlow (dryly). Jennie hasn't thrown you over yet.
Jennie (sniffing airily). Yes, she has, too. I wouldn't marry him now for all the world—an'—an' I've lost—lost Hicks. (Weeps.) Him as was so brave, an' looks so fine in livery!