Joan. Put the thought into my head, like.
Clara. What thought?
Joan. As how ’twould feel to be a real grand lady, like you, mistress.
Clara. What then, Joan?
Joan. So I began to pretend all to myself as how that I was one, mistress.
Clara. Come, tell me all.
Joan. And whilst I was sat down upon that fallen tree, and sort of pretending to myself, the two gentlemen came along.
Clara. What gentlemen?
Joan. Gentlemen as was after courting you, mistress.
Clara. Courting me?