DEB. Very well, thank you, Mr. Purtwee.
MR. P. That’s all right—you look it, my dear (Taking her hands.) Why I declare she’s getting quite a woman!
MRS. R. Ah! she’s been that for some time. Her be thinking more about getting a man now. (Purtwee crosses to l. c. laughing.)
DEB. Oh, aunt!
MRS. R. Did ’ee see the lad up town?
MR. P. What, Allen?
MRS. R. Ah, that be the only lad in the world I know. Did ’ee see un? (Goes up l.)
MR. P. Yes, I met him, and I wanted to have a chat with him. (Mrs. Rollitt is up l. near linen press.) But, Lord! There he was off to Lucott’s Hill, and there was no holding him. (Taking off his coat.)
DEB. (Who has been engaged in her cooking, at this suddenly stops, and looks up.) What was he going up there for?
MR. P. (Stopping and facing round.) What for?