_Janet._ Oh, you've no pity.... I was thirty-six. Gone sour. Nobody'd ever come after me. Not even when I was young. You took care o' that. Half of my life was gone, well-nigh all of it that mattered.... Martin loves me honest. Don't you come near! Don't you touch that!... You think that I'm sorry you've found out--you think you've done for me when you use shameful words on me and turn me out o' your house. You've let me out o' jail! Whatever happens to me now, I shan't go on living as I lived here. Whatever Martin's done, he's taken me from you. You've ruined my life, you with your getting on. I've loved in wretchedness, all the joy I ever had made wicked by the fear o' you.... Who are you? Who are you? A man--a man that takes power to himself, power to gather people to him and use them as he wills--- a man that'd take the blood of life itself and put it into the Works--into Rutherfords'. And what ha' you got by it--what? You've got Dick, that you've bullied till he's a fool--John, that's waiting for the time when he can sell what you've done--and you got me--me to take your boots off at night--to well-nigh wish you dead when I had to touch you.... Now!... Now you know it! But for the great love in her heart, _Janet_ could not have found courage to face her father as she did. But love gives strength; it instills hope and faith, and kindles anew the fires of life. Why, then, should it not be strong enough to break the fetters of even Rutherfords'? Such a love only those famished for affection and warmth can feel, and _Janet_ was famished for life. _Janet._ I had a dream--a dream that I was in a place wi' flowers, in the summer-time, white and thick like they never grow on the moor--but it was the moor--a place near Martin's cottage. And I dreamt that he came to me with the look he had when I was a little lass, with his head up and the lie gone out of his eyes. All the time I knew I was on my bed in my room here--but it was as if sweetness poured into me, spreading and covering me like the water in the tarn when the rains are heavy in the fells.... That's why I dreamt of him so last night. It was as if all that was best in me was in that dream--what I was as a bairn and what I'm going to be. He couldn't help but love me. It was a message--I couldn't have thought of it by myself. It's something that's come to me--here (_putting her hands on her breast_). Part of me! All that lay dormant in _Janet_ now turns into glowing fire at the touch of Spring. But in _Martin_ life has been marred, strangled by the iron hand of Rutherfords'. _Martin._ Turned away I am, sure enough. Twenty-five years. And in a minute it's broke. Wi' two words. _Janet._ You say that now because your heart's cold with the trouble. But it'll warm again--it'll warm again. I'll warm it out of my own heart, Martin--my heart that can't be made cold.