Annet. [Very gently.] O Andrew, I’ll mend your heart one day.
Andrew. Millie, the sound of those words has mended it already.
Annet. [In a harder voice.] But very likely there’ll be a crack left to it always.
[Farmer Daniel and Elizabeth come into the room.
Daniel. Well my boy, well Millie?
Andrew. [Boldly.] ’Tis for a month from now.
Daniel. Bless my soul. Hear that, Mother? Hear that?
Elizabeth. I’m not deaf, Father.
Daniel. [Shaking Andrew’s hand.] Ah my boy, I knowed as you’d bring the little maid to the senses of she.
Elizabeth. Millie has not shown any backwardness in clothing herself as though for church.