Norah.
Why didn’t you marry a lady?
Marsh.
What the dickens d’you think is the use of being a lady out here?
Norah.
You’ve degenerated since you left England.
Marsh.
Now, look here, my dear, I’ll just tell you what Gertie did for me. She was a waitress in Winnipeg at the Minnedosa Hotel, and she was making money. She knew what the life was on a farm, much harder than anything she’d been used to in the city, but she accepted all the hardship of it, and the monotony—because she loved me.
Norah.
She thought it a good match. You were a gentleman.