DANIEL. Nay, she be but just come from upstairs, Mother. Let her
bide quiet a while with young Andrew here; whilst do you come along
with me and get me out my Sunday coat. 'Tis time I was dressed for
church too, I'm thinking.

ELIZABETH. I don't know what's come to the house this morning, and
that's the truth. Andrew, I'll not have you keep Millie beyond a
five minutes. 'Tis enough of one another as you'll get later on,
like. Father, go you off upstairs for your coat. 'Tis hard work for
me, getting you all to act respectable, that 'tis.

[DANIEL and ELIZABETH leave the room. ANDREW moves near MILLIE and
holds out both his hands. She draws herself haughtily away.

ANDREW. Millie--'tis our wedding day.

MILLIE. And what if it is, Andrew.

ANDREW. Millie, it cuts me to the heart to see your face all wet
with tears.

MILLIE. Did you think to see it otherwise, Andrew?

ANDREW. No smile upon your lips, Millie.

MILLIE. Have I anything to smile about, Andrew?

ANDREW. No love coming from your eyes, Mill.