Pointing through the window.
They're just laying siege to you, ain't they? I guess they won't let your man give them the slip, this time—even though you do let him run loose.
Beeler.
With severity.
You have seen my wife walk alone to-day, the first time in five years.
Littlefield.
I beg your pardon. I understand how you feel about it.
Martha goes out into the kitchen.
And even if it proves to be only temporary—
Beeler.