ANNET. What, the one with the white stones to it?

MILLIE. Yes, grandmother's ring, that she left me. And I did say to
him--if ever I do turn false to you and am like to wed another,
Giles--look you at these white stones.

ANNET. Seven of them, there were, Millie.

MILLIE. And the day that I am like to wed another, Giles, I said to
him, the stones shall darken. But you'll never see that day. [She
begins to cry.

ANNET. Don't you give way, Millie, for, look you, 'tis very likely
that Giles has forgotten you for all his fine words, and Andrew,--
well, Andrew he's as grand a suitor as ever maid had. And 'tis
Andrew you have got to wed, you know.

MILLIE. Andrew, Andrew--I'm sick at the very name of him.

ANNET. See the fine house you'll live in. Think on the grand
parlour that you'll sit in all the day with a servant to wait on you
and naught but Sunday clothes on your back.

MILLIE. I'd sooner go in rags with Giles at the side of me.

ANNET. Come, you must hearten up. Andrew will soon be here. And
Uncle says that you have got to give him his answer to-night for good
and all.