Jeremy. Much the same as any other male.
Rose. [Impatiently.] Do you step outside, John, and have a look at them, and if they’re suitable bring them in and we’ll set them about their work.
[John goes out. Kitty peers through the window.
Jeremy. I reckon I can go off and feed the hilts now. ’Tis the time.
Rose. Feed the hilts! Indeed you can’t do no such thing. O I’m mad with vexation that nothing is well ordered or suitably prepared for Mr. Robert and his fine cousins from Bristol town. Whatever will they say to such a house when they do see it?
Jeremy. I’m sure I don’t know.
Kitty. [From the window.] I see the new servants. John is bringing them up the walk. The man’s face is hid by his broad hat, but the girl looks neat enough in her cotton gown and sun-bonnet.
[John comes into the room, followed by Lubin and Isabel. Lubin shuffles off his hat, but holds it between his face and the people in the room.
Jeremy. [Pointing to them and speaking to Rose.] There you are, mistress—man-servant and maid.
Rose. What do we know about them? Folk picked up by Jerry at the Red Bull.