EMMA (lifts box to left). Aye. Parson's coomin' to see Mrs.
Ormerod in a minute.
SAM (with pride). A knaw all about that, anyhow.
EMMA. She'm in a bad way. A dunno masel' as Parson can do much for 'er.
SAM. It's 'ard lines on an ould un. Well, yo' 'll not want me'ere. A 'll be movin' on. (Getting his cap out) No offense, Emma, A 'ope. A'd 'ave asked thee first if A'd knawn as 'e were after thee. A've bin tryin' for long enough.
EMMA. No. Theer's no offense, Sam. Tha's a good lad if tha art a fool, an' mebbe tha's not to blame for that. Good-bye.
SAM. Good-bye, Emma. An'—An' A 'ope 'e'll mak' thee 'appy. A'd dearly like to coom to th' weddin' an' shake 'is 'and.
(MRS. ORMEROD heard off right.)
EMMA. A'll see tha's asked. Theer's Mrs. Ormerod stirrin'. Tha'd best be gettin'.
SAM. All reeght. Good-bye, Emma.
EMMA. Good-bye, Sam.