Enoch says
(Sternly)
Melia, let’s stop right here. She was Rosie’s mother an’ she can’t be talked about afore Rosie, because if I’ve got any pity in me for that little creatur’ I’m goin’ to wipe out o’ her mind the foul words she’s heard an’ the blows she’s had from the woman that brought her into the world. An’ if I said I was goin’ to keep a promise made to that poor creatur’ that’s dead, ‘t was because every promise she made to me she broke–the promise to be faithful, to put the liquor that turned her into a beast–oh!
(in disgust)
An’ because my promises to her are broken as hers be to me–I promised to love her an’ I don’t. I promised to make Rosie love her an’ I can’t–why, I s’pose I thought if there was some poor miserable little promise I could keep, I’d be the more a man for doin’ it.