Jean: Some judge for others as well.
Mrs. Fergus: Do you find Ramsay’s mill satisfactory? We thought of trying it.
Jean: I’ve not heard Robert mention it.
Mrs. Fergus: Indeed? I thought he did a good deal of business there. I see him going down often.
Jean: He doesn’t always trouble me with these things.
Mrs. Fergus: Ramsay’s daughter Peg is growing into the flower of the countryside they say, and none too particular either.
Jean: Listen, Mrs. Fergus. You called in here neighbourly, and you’re welcome. But I know more than you can teach me about Robert, and I’ll ask you to take your gossip where it’s wanted. He’s no pattern maybe, but there’s few with the heart or the brain to copy him. There’s that in him that is beyond the understanding of the likes of us. I’ve had my share of him, and I know how to keep my share of him. And I’d rather have that share than ten other whole men. And when I want to take counsel about him I’ll take counsel with him himself.
Mrs. Fergus: If you take my words like that—
Jean: Just like that.
Mrs. Fergus (rising): Then I’d better be going.