Giles. Your love, Millie. And is that still mine?
Millie. It always has been yours, Giles. O I will go with you so gladly in poor clothing and in hunger all over the face of the earth.
[She goes to him and clasps his arm; and, standing by his side, faces all those in the room.
Elizabeth. [Angrily.] Please to come to your right senses, Millie.
Daniel. Come, Andrew, set your foot down as I’ve set mine.
Andrew. Nay, master. There’s naught left for me to say. The heart does shew us better nor all words which way we have to travel.
May. And are you going to marry a beggar man instead of Andrew, who looks so brave and fine in his wedding clothes, Millie?
Millie. I am going to marry him I have always loved, May—and—O Andrew, I never bore you malice, though I did say cruel and hard words to you sometimes.—But you’ll not remember me always—you will find gladness too, some day.
Andrew. I count as I shall, Millie.
Daniel. Come, come, I’ll have none of this—my daughter wed to a beggar off the highway! Mother, ’tis time you had a word here.