Julia. [Seizes the watering can.] Now, John, you have got to speak the truth to me.
John. Give up yon can, I tell you. O you do act wonderful unseemly for a young lady.
Julia. [Withholding the can.] Not till I have the truth from you.
John. [Angrily.] Well then, is it likely that my master would set his fancy on such a plaguy, wayward maid? Why, Master William do know better nor to do such a thing, I can tell you.
Julia. Then ’tis for Laura that he is love-sick, John.
John. Give I the watering can.
Julia. [Giving him the can.] Here it is, dear John. O I had a fancy all the time that ’twas to Laura your master had lost his heart. And now I see I made no mistake.
John. I shouldn’t have spoke as I did if you hadn’t a buzzed around I till I was drove very nigh crazy. Master William, he’ll never forgive me this.
Julia. That he will, I’m sure, when he has listened to what I have got to say to him.
John. You do set a powerful store on what your tongue might say, but I’d take and bide quiet at home if I was you and not come hunting of a nice reasonable gentleman like master, out of his very garden.