Was I wrong in coming, Millie?
Annet. [Faintly.] ’Twould have been better had you stayed away like.
Andrew. Then there isn’t any change in your feelings towards me, Millie?
Annet. O, there’s a sort of a change, Andrew.
Andrew. [Slowly.] O Mill, that’s good hearing. What sort of a change is it then?
Annet. ’Tis very hard to say, Andrew.
Andrew. Look you, Mill, ’tis more than a five year that I’ve been a-courting of you faithful.
Annet. [Sighing.] Indeed it is, Andrew.
Andrew. And I’ve never got naught but blows for my pains.
Annet. [Beginning to speak in a gentle voice and ending sharply.] O I’m so sorry—No—I mean—’Tis your own fault, Andrew.