Isabel. But I wouldn’t go with you—No, not for all the gold in the world.
Robert. Ah, you’ve changed since yesterday. When I caught your eye at dinner, ’twas gentle as a dove’s—and your hand, when it gave me my mug of cider did seem—well did seem to put a caress upon me like.
Isabel. O there lies a world of time twixt yesterday and to-day, Master Robert.
Robert. So it do seem. For to-day ’tis all thorns and thistles with you—But I’m a-goin’ to have my look at your pretty face and my kiss of it too.
Isabel. I shall scream out loud if you touches me—that I shall.
Robert. [Pulling her to him.] Us’ll see about that.
[He tries to get a sight of her face, but she twists and turns. Finally he seizes both her hands and covers them with kisses as Kitty enters.
Kitty. O whatever’s going on! Rose, Rose, John—come you in here quickly, do. [To Lucy.] O you bad, wicked girl. I knew you couldn’t be a very nice servant brought in off the road by Jeremy.
[Isabel, released by Robert, goes over to the window arranging her disordered sun-bonnet and trying to hide her tears. Robert watches her sullenly.
Kitty. [Goes to the staircase door and calls loudly.] Rose, Rose—come you down as quick as you can run.