Lydia (impatiently). You stupid thing, you're ruining the moral!
[The Bull persists obstinately in his pursuit.
Jack (from top of pump). Well dodged, Miss Banks! although the Bull I'll back!
[Enter Farm-hands.
Lydia. Come quick—this Bull's mistaking me for Jack!
Jack. He knows his business best, I shouldn't wonder.
Farm-hands (philosophically). He ain't the sort of Bull to make a blunder. [They look on.
Lydia (panting.) Such violent exercise will soon exhaust me!
[The Bull comes behind her.
Oh, Bull, it is unkind of you ... you've tossed me!