Bessie. He was almost ready to starve himself for your sake.
Harry. And I had to starve more than once for his whim.
Bessie. I'm afraid you've a hard heart. (Remains thoughtful.)
Harry. What for? For running away? (Indignant.) Why, he wanted to make a blamed lawyer's clerk of me.
(From here this scene goes on mainly near and about the street lamp.)
Bessie (Rousing herself). What are you? A sailor?
Harry. Anything you like. (Proudly.) Sailor enough to be worth my salt on board any craft that swims the seas.
Bessie. He will never, never believe it. He mustn't be contradicted.
Harry. Always liked to have his own way. And you've been encouraging him.
Bessie (Earnestly). No!—not in everything—not really!