Rose. [Putting her hand to her head.] The new maid. A stupid country wench.
Robert. You’ve got my meaning wrong. ’Tis that I’ve never seen you look so well before.
Rose. O dear Robert!
Robert. You’ve got my fancy more than ever, Rose.
Rose. O, I’m so happy to be going off with you to-morrow, and I love it down at Bristol. Robert, I’m tired and sick of country life.
Robert. We’ll make a grand fine lady of you there, Rose.
Rose. [A little sharply.] Am I not one in looks already, Robert?
Robert. You’re what I do dote upon. I can’t say no more.
[Lubin and Isabel enter carrying dishes, which they set upon the table. Robert and Rose turn their backs to them and look out into the garden. The staircase door is opened, and Liz, Jane and Kitty come into the room. Liz and Jane are wearing gaudy caps trimmed with violet and green ribbons.
Rose. We’ll sit down, now. John won’t be a moment before he’s here.