John. [Taking a flower from the bunch and putting it into his coat.] Yes, and how to brew tea as’ll curl up anyone’s tongue within the mouth for a year—and fancy drinks for sheep with foot rot, and powders against the murrain and any other nonsense that you do please.
Mary. Now, John, I’ll not have you damage my business like this.
Liz. Maybe as the young person’s got sommat what’ll be handy with your complaint, sister.
Jane. Or for when you be took with th’ air in your head so bad, Jane.
Rose. Yes, I reckon that Mary has a charm for every ill beneath the sun. Let’s go off to the parlour along of her. You’re not coming with us, John, are you?
John. I’d not miss the telling of these things for anything in the world, foolishness though they be.
Rose. Come along then—all of you.
[They all go out. Jeremy holds the door open for them. As she passes through it Liz says, looking at him.
Liz. We shall hope for your company, too.
Jane. To be sure, mister.