GERVASE. (looking round). Good morning.
SUSAN. I had thought to be alone. I trust my singing did not discommode you.
GERVASE. Not at all. I like it. Do go on.
SUSAN. Alas, the song ends there.
GERVASE. Oh, well, couldn't we have it again?
SUSAN. Perhaps later, sir, if you insist. (Taking off his hat) Would it inconvenience you if I rested here for a few minutes?
GERVASE. Not a bit. It's a jolly place to rest at, isn't it? Have you come far this morning?
SUSAN. Three or four miles—a mere nothing on a morning like this. Besides, what does the great William say?
GERVASE. I don't think I know him. What does he say?
SUSAN. A merry heart goes all the way.