Lubin. [Bitterly.] Do not you “Master” me, Isabel. I’m only a common servant in the house where once I was lover and almost brother.
Isabel. [Coming up to him.] O do not take it so hard, Lubin—Us can do naught at this pass but trust what the young woman did tell me.
Lubin. [Gloomily.] The sight of Rose has stirred up my love so powerful that I do hardly know how to hold the tears back from my eyes.
Isabel. [Pressing her eyes with her apron.] What’ll it be for me when Robert comes in?
Lubin. We’ll have to help one another, Isabel, in the plight where we stand.
Isabel. That’s it. And perchance as them seeds’ll do the rest.
[They spring apart as a sound of voices and laughter is heard outside.
Kitty. [Runs in.] They’ve come. All of them. And do you know that Robert’s cousins are no fine ladies at all, as he said, but just two common old women dressed grand-like.
Isabel. That will be a sad shock to poor mistress.
Kitty. O, she is too much taken up with Mister Robert to notice yet. But quick! They are all sharp set from the drive. Fetch in the dishes, William and Lucy.