Merton [laughing]. So sorry I'm still here, Mr Thwaite. I'm really going now. I've been telling Kirstin what London is like.
Thwaite. She won't find that very useful, I expect. The boy's got your mare at the door. I'll come and see you off.
Merton. Thank you very much.
Thwaite [exasperated]. Ah!
Merton [turning back to Kirstin]. Good-bye, Kirstin. Once more, thank you. [Kirstin looks up at him with a little smile].
Kirstin [in a low voice]. Oh, that's all right.
Merton goes out, followed by Thwaite. Kirstin remains alone. She stands quite still for a moment, her left hand on the fence, looking in the direction they have gone in. She leans forward and gives a little wave of her hand, then turns round facing the audience, and leaning with her back to the railing, her two hands on it behind her. Thwaite comes back.
Thwaite. Well, now we shall get some work done. What are you standing gaping there for? Where's that ewe?
Kirstin. I'll go and find her.
Curtain comes down slowly as she goes out R.