Well—I—I suppose I am.
Jane.
I knew you were. You're no good for selling cattle or going to market, or looking after crops.
Robbie John.
You're very hard Jane to-night. What's put all that into your wee head?
Jane.
I've been listening to this and its been tellin' stories on you.
Robbie John.
Aye and when its hangin' there dumb its speakin' to me, callin' to me. Don't think I'm mad Jane but I can't stand it much longer. What makes them hang it there to temp' me? Why? Just because they think they can make a few miserable pounds, they'll keep it there makin' me a liar, a pledge breaker, a man who can't keep his promise. I'll end it now. I'll smash it.