[Nervous and almost exasperated.] Oh, don’t cross-examine me, there’s a dear.
Marsh.
Frank Taylor’s kind to you and all that sort of thing, isn’t he?
Norah.
Quite.
Marsh.
When I asked you to come and stay on the farm I thought it wouldn’t be long before you married, but I didn’t expect you’d marry one of the hired men.
Norah.
Oh, my dear, don’t worry about me.
Marsh.