If I had not been fond of Jim? And yet,
Why should I spare him? He’s not spared me much,
Who gave him all a woman has to give.

ELIZA:
But, think of her, the bride, and her home-coming.

JUDITH:
I’ll go.

ELIZA:
You lose but little: too well I ken
How little--I, who’ve dwelt this forty-year
At Krindlesyke.

JUDITH:
Happen you never loved.

ELIZA:
I, too, was young, once, daughter.

JUDITH:
Ay: and yet,
You’ve never tramped the road I’ve had to travel.
God send it stretch not forty-year!

ELIZA:
I’ve come
That forty-year. We’re out on the selfsame road,
The three of us: but, she’s the stoniest bit