Mrs. R. But it was all a terrible mistake, nobody was to blame.
Rog. D’ye think they could ever forgit that?
Mrs. R. Mebbe not, but I b’lieve both of ’em would be better fur havin’ a talk. Vance is too good an’ true to go dodgin’ anybody.
Rog. That’s what!
Mrs. R. I wish they could meet. She loves him to death.
Rog. D’ye think so, Mollie?
Mrs. R. I know it. Why she nearly went out of her head after the shootin’.
Rog. Why couldn’t I tell him that?
Mrs. R. (Emphatically.) Don’t think of such a thing.
Rog. Hist, Mollie! (He hears Vance coming.)