Lubin. That’s what I am a-thinking of. ’Twill be hot iron drove right into the heart all the while. Ah, that’s about it.
Isabel. I’ll gladly bear the pain.
Lubin. [After a pause.] Then so will I. We’ll go.
[He raises his eyes to her face and then gets heavily up and follows her into the cottage.
ACT II.—Scene 1.
The living room at Daniel’s Mill. In the window Rose-Anna is seated awkwardly sewing some bright ribbons on to a muslin gown. Kitty is moving about rapidly dusting chairs and ornaments which are in disorder about the room and John stands with his back to the grate gravely surveying them.
Rose. [Petulantly.] Whatever shall we do, John! Me not dressed, everything no how, and them expected in less nor a half hour’s time?
Kitty. There! I’ve finished a-dusting the chairs. Now I’ll set them in their places.
Rose. No one is thinking of me! Who’s going to help me on with my gown and curl my hair like Robert was used to seeing me wear it at Aunt’s?
Kitty. Did you have it different down at Bristol, Rose?