They call me that: but I’m Bell Haggard still;
And will be to the day I die, and after:
Though, happen, there’ll be marriage and giving in marriage
In hell; for old Nick’s ever been matchmaker.
In that particular, heaven would suit me better:
But I’ve travelled the wrong road too far to turn now.
Judith:
Then you’re not the mother of Michael Barrasford?
Bell:
And who’s the brass to say he’s not my son?
I’m no man’s wife: but what’s to hinder me
From being a mother?
Judith:
Then Jim is his father?
Bell:
And what’s it got to do with you, the man
I chose for my son’s father? Chose—God help us!
That’s how we women gammon ourselves. Deuce kens
The almighty lot choice has to do with it!
Judith: