MILLIE. That you have never seen, Andrew.

ANDREW. And all changed in the voice of you too.

MILLIE. What do you mean by that, Andrew?

ANDREW. Listen, Millie--'tis a month since I last spoke with you.
Do you recollect? 'Twas the evening of the great Fair.

MILLIE And what if it was?

ANDREW. Millie, you were kinder to me that night than ever you had
been before. I seemed to see such a gentle look in your eyes then.
And when you spoke, 'twas as though--as though--well--'twas one of
they quists a-cooing up in the trees as I was put in mind of.

MILLIE. Well, there's nothing more to be said about that now,
Andrew. That night's over and done with.

ANDREW. I've carried the thought of it in my heart all this time,
Millie.

MILLIE. I never asked you to, Andrew.

ANDREW. I've brought you a nosegay of flowers, Mill. They be rare
blossoms with grand names what I can't recollect to all of them.

[MILLIE takes the nosegay, looks at it for an instant, and then lets
it fall.