MILLIE. My face shall look as my heart feels. And that is all
sorrow, Annet.

ANNET. Can't you bring yourself round to fancy Andrew, Millie?

MILLIE. No, that I cannot, Annet, I've tried a score of times, I
have--but there it is--I cannot.

ANNET. Is it that you've not forgotten Giles, then?

MILLIE. I never shall forget him, Annet. Why, 'tis a five year this
day since father sent him off to foreign parts, and never a moment of
all that time has my heart not remembered him.

ANNET. I feared 'twas so with you, Millie.

MILLIE. O I've laid awake of nights and my tears have wetted the
pillow all over so that I've had to turn it t'other side up.

ANNET. And Giles has never written to you, nor sent a sign nor
nothing?

MILLIE. Your brother Giles was never very grand with the pen, Annet.
But, O, he's none the worse for that.

ANNET. Millie, I never cared for to question you, but how was it
when you and he did part, one with t'other?

MILLIE. I did give him my ring, Annet--secret like--when we were
walking in the wood.