Chapter 4

_A saddler's shop at Canterbury, New Zealand._

_Molly._ Busy, Willie?

_William._ Always busy at the beginning of the lamb season, Molly. The gentlemen in London will have their saddle.

_Molly._ Too busy to talk to me?

_Willie._ Plenty of time to talk when we're married. Shan't have to work so hard then.

_Molly._ Because of my money you mean, Willie dear. You aren't only marrying me for my money, are you?

_Willie._ Of course not.

[_He kisses her perfunctorily and returns to his work._

_Molly._ Because--because I've lost it all.

_Willie_ (_sharply_). What's that?

_Molly._ I've lost it all.

_Willie._ Then what are you doing in my shop? Get out!

_Molly_ (_with dignity_). I'm going, Willie, And I haven't lost my money at all. I just wanted to test you. Good-bye for ever.

[_She goes out._ Willie _in despair rushes into the garden and buries his head in the mint._