Andrew. Millie, I could have sworn that you had begun to care sommat more than ordinary for me that last time we were together.
Millie. Then you could have sworn wrong. I care nothing for you, Andrew, no, nothing. But I gave my word I’d go to church with you and be wed. And—I’ll not break my word, I’ll not.
Andrew. And is this all that you can say to me to-day, Mill?
Millie. Yes, Andrew, ’tis all. And now, ’tis very late, and I have got to dress myself.
Elizabeth. [Calling loudly from above.] Millie, what are you stopping for? Come you up here and get your gown on, do.
[Millie looks haughtily at Andrew as she passes him. She goes slowly out of the room.
[Andrew picks up the flowers and stands holding them, looking disconsolately down upon them. May comes in, furtively.
May. All alone, Andrew? Has Millie gone to put her fine gown on?
Andrew. Yes, Millie’s gone to dress herself.
May. O that’s a beautiful nosegay, Andrew. Was it brought for Mill?