BELL:
What have you heard this fifteen-year, except
The bleat of sheep, till Ruth’s voice kittled your ear?
But, Judith sent some message by her daughter?

RUTH:
She doesn’t ken I’ve come: nay, doesn’t dream
I’m married even; though I meant to tell her
This morning; but I couldn’t: she started so,
When I let slip Michael’s name; and turned so pale.
I don’t know why; but I feared some word of hers
Might come between us: and I couldn’t let
Even my mother come between us now:
So, I pretended to set out for work
As usual: then, when we were married, went back
With Michael, to break the news. But the door was locked:
And neighbours said she was out--been gone some time:
And Michael was impatient to be home:
So, I had to come. I can’t think what has happened.
I hated leaving her like that: I’ve never
In all my life done such a thing.

BELL:
Well, Michael
Should be relieved to learn it’s a first offence.

RUTH:
She’d gone without a word ...

BELL: