Lord Lovel. [To George.] Kindly tell me, my man, is this the farm they call Ox Lease?
George. Ah, that’s right enough.
Lord Lovel. I’m sorry to break in upon a party like this, but I want to see Miss Clara Spring if she is here.
Thomas. [Standing up.] You’ve come at the very moment, master. This be a giving in marriage supper. And ’tis Miss Clara, what’s only sister to me, as is to be wed.
Lord Lovel. Impossible, my good sir!
Thomas. Ah, that’s it. Miles Hooper, he’s the happy man. If you be come by Painswick High Street you’ll have seen his name up over the shop door.
Lord Lovel. Miss Clara—Miles Hooper—No, I can’t believe it.
Thomas. [Pointing towards Joan and Miles.] There they be—the both of them. Turtle doves on the same branch. You’re right welcome, master, to sit down along of we as one of the family on this occasion.
Lord Lovel. [Looking at Joan who has suddenly dropped her fan and is leaning back with a look of supplication towards Clara.] I must have come to the wrong place—that’s not the Miss Clara Spring I know.
Miles. [Bending over Joan.] My sweet Missy has no acquaintance with this gentleman, I am sure.