emily mullins ain't no more than a foolish, feather-haired girl. ( patience crying ) let me tell you what i know. she was waiting. gentlemen. emily, you might think you have to protect him, but you don't. whoever the man is, you owe it to yourself, you owe it to your ma to speak out. you're young. your whole life hangs on this moment. you must find the courage to speak. you think it will help, you all think it will mend everything if i say. it won't. i know what this means. i know what i'm doing to my ma, the pain i've caused. emily, you were seen waiting up by the spinney. who were you waiting for? i will never say who the pa is, do you hear me? i cannot. and if you want me to leave, i will. i will go. no, my darling, no. this is your home. what are you doing out here at this time, queenie? i might ask you the same question. oh, robert is turning in his bed like a 2-year-old. i know i did the right thing, selling that chair. i had no choice. but still i doubt myself. when that tallyman comes by again, i shall buy it back from him. what about the rent? what is she up to now? i shall h