abud. Very weary? It's been a long nine miles.
She does not answer. He goes and considers the flower-pots in the window.
ann. I still have on my cloak.
abud. Hang it behind the door there . . no matter if the wet drips.
ann. . . I can wipe up the puddle.
She hangs up her cloak. He selects a flower-pot and brings it to her.
abud. Hyacinth bulbs for the spring.
ann. [After a glance.] I don't want to hold them.
He puts back the pot, a little disappointed.
abud. Out there's the scullery.