And Jim brings home his bride to-day. Even now ...

JUDITH:
And Jim brings home ...

ELIZA:
I looked for them by this:
But you’ve still time ...

JUDITH:
The bride comes home to-day.
Brides should come home: it’s right a man should bring
His bride home--ay! And we must go, my wean,
To spare her blushes. We’re no company
For bride and bridegroom. Happen, we should meet them,
You must not cry to him: I must not lift
My eyes to his. We’re nothing now to him.
Your cry might tell her heart too much: my eyes
Might meet her eyes, and tell ... It isn’t good
For a bride to know too much. So, we must hide
In the ditch, as they pass by, if we should chance
To meet them on the road--their road and ours--
The same road, though we’re travelling different ways.
The bride comes home. Brides come home every day.
And you and I ...

ELIZA:
There’s nothing else for it.

JUDITH: