Was I wrong in coming, Millie?

ANNET. [Faintly.] 'Twould have been better had you stayed away
like.

ANDREW. Then there isn't any change in your feelings towards me,
Millie?

ANNET. O, there's a sort of a change, Andrew.

ANDREW. [Slowly.] O Mill, that's good hearing. What sort of a
change is it then?

ANNET. 'Tis very hard to say, Andrew.

ANDREW. Look you, Mill, 'tis more than a five year that I've been a-
courting of you faithful.

ANNET. [Sighing.] Indeed it is, Andrew.

ANDREW. And I've never got naught but blows for my pains.

ANNET. [Beginning to speak in a gentle voice and ending sharply.] O
I'm so sorry--No--I mean--'Tis your own fault, Andrew.

ANDREW. But I would sooner take blows from you than sweet words from
another, Millie.

ANNET. I could never find it in my heart to--I mean, 'tis as well
that you should get used to blows, seeing we're to be wed, Andrew.