Daniel. You mustn’t mind a bit of an April shower, my boy. ’Tis the way with all maids on their wedding morn. Isn’t that so, Mother?
Elizabeth. I wouldn’t make such a show of myself if I was you, Mill. Go upstairs this minute and wash your face and smooth your hair and put yourself ready for church.
Daniel. Nay, she be but just come from upstairs, Mother. Let her bide quiet a while with young Andrew here; whilst do you come along with me and get me out my Sunday coat. ’Tis time I was dressed for church too, I’m thinking.
Elizabeth. I don’t know what’s come to the house this morning, and that’s the truth. Andrew, I’ll not have you keep Millie beyond a five minutes. ’Tis enough of one another as you’ll get later on, like. Father, go you off upstairs for your coat. ’Tis hard work for me, getting you all to act respectable, that ’tis.
[Daniel and Elizabeth leave the room. Andrew moves near Millie and holds out both his hands. She draws herself haughtily away.
Andrew. Millie—’tis our wedding day.
Millie. And what if it is, Andrew.
Andrew. Millie, it cuts me to the heart to see your face all wet with tears.
Millie. Did you think to see it otherwise, Andrew?
Andrew. No smile upon your lips, Millie.