[Jeremy laughs and moves off to the side table.
Liz. A very pleasant sort of man.
Jane. I do like anyone what’s homely.
John. [Calling out heartily.] Do you listen to that, Jerry! The ladies here do find you pleasant and homely, and I don’t know what else.
Jeremy. The mugs want filling once more.
[He stolidly goes round the table refilling the mugs. Rose’s gaze wanders about her.
Rose. [To Robert.] That’s not a bad looking figure of a man—
Robert. Who?
Rose. Well—the new farm hand.
Robert. A sulky looking brute. I’d not let him wear his hat to table if I was master here.