Gaina. I can spare it, sir. My master's daughter is so in love with you——
Ber. Angels do not love!
Gaina. That may be. I'm speaking of my mistress, "Magpie!" Not meaning you, sir.
Ber. She can not love me!
Gaina. That's what I said—at first. A roaming creature with only his cloak for shelter, though it's a good gentleman's weave, I'll allow, and I know you'll go away before her poor heart gets too heavy for carrying. It's nigh that now, and before you came it was so light she was tripping and chirping till I could 'a' sworn she had no heart at all—just toes and wings. And now, dear soul,—but you'll go, sir? You know you'd have to hunt the door soon enough if her brothers got a breath of what's between you.
Ber. There's nothing between us!
Gaina. A bat could see it by daylight. It's been in your eyes all the time.
Ber. I never meant it!
Gaina. Shame to you then. You'll go, sir?
Ber. Yes, yes, yes!