Marsh.
Fiddledidee. She had the chance of much better men than me.... And when I lost my harvest two years running, d’you know what she did? She went back to the hotel in Winnipeg for the winter so as to carry things on till the next harvest. And at the end of the winter she gave me every cent she’d earned to pay the interest of my mortgage and the instalments on the machinery.
[There is a pause.]
Norah.
Very well, I’ll apologise. But leave me alone with her. I—I don’t think I could do it before anyone else.
Marsh.
All right. I’ll go and tell her.
[He goes out. Norah is left alone with her thoughts. In a moment Gertie comes back, followed by Marsh.]
Norah.
[Trying to take things lightly.] I’ve been getting on with the ironing.