Susan. Please master, please mistress.
Mrs. Gardner. What do you mean, Susan, by coming into the garden without your cap? Go and put it on at once.
Susan. The wind must have lifted it from me, mistress, for I was running ever so fast.
Mrs. Gardner. Do you expect me to believe that, Susan—and not a breath stirring the flowers or trees, or anything?
Susan. ’Twas the lady I met as—as—as I was coming across the field from feeding the fowls.
Mrs. Gardner. What lady, Susan?
Susan. Her from Luther’s, mistress.
John. And what of she; out with it, wench.
Susan. She did tell I to say as she be coming along as fast as she may after Master William.
William. [As though to himself with an accent of despair.] No. No.