Father, I cannot say it. No man in God's world has ever dared to do that to me!
FORESTER (drawing a deep breath).
Be quiet now. Say it later—Andrew.
[Pause. He passes by ANDREW, who now steps over to SOPHY.]
Fine weather today, pastor. All at once the old rheumatism in my arm begins to bother me again.—And the gnats are flying so low. We shall have a thunderstorm before the day is over.—Andrew, he did—I never did, and a stranger—a—say nothing, Andrew—I understand you.
[Goes up and down.]
SOPHY (to ANDREW).
How unfortunate that you provoked Godfrey yesterday!
WEILER.
Haven't I foretold it?