THE GIRL: God knows what 'e'll say, Jim.
THE MAN: Let 'im. 'E's come too late, that's all.
THE GIRL: He couldn't come before. I'm frightened. 'E was fond o' me.
THE MAN: And aren't I fond of you?
THE GIRL: I ought to a' waited, Jim; with 'im in the fightin'.
THE MAN: [Passionately] And what about me? Aren't I been in the fightin'--earned all I could get?
THE GIRL: [Touching him] Ah!
THE MAN: Did you----?
[He cannot speak the words.]
THE GIRL: Not like you, Jim--not like you.
THE MAN: Have a spirit, then.
THE GIRL: I promised him.
THE MAN: One man's luck's another's poison.
THE GIRL: I ought to 'a waited. I never thought he'd come back from the fightin'.
THE MAN: [Grimly] Maybe 'e'd better not 'ave.
THE GIRL: [Looking back along the tow-path] What'll he be like, I wonder?
THE MAN: [Gripping her shoulder] Daisy, don't you never go back on me, or I should kill you, and 'im too.