Robert. ’Tis fiery dry to my thinking.
Rose. [Crossing the room and going up to Lubin.] I have no flowers to take to church with me, William; go you to the waterside, I have a mind to carry some of the blue things what grow there.
Kitty. Forget-me-nots, you mean!
Rose. Forget-me-nots, I mean. And none but you to gather them for me, William. Because—because—well, you do put me in thoughts of someone that I once held and now have lost. That’s all.
[Curtain.
ACT III.—Scene 2.
The same room half an hour later. Isabel is picking up the scattered orange blossom which she ties together and lays on the window sill. Lubin comes in with a large bunch of river forget-me-nots.
Lubin. I didn’t think to find you here, Isabel.
Isabel. O but that is a beautiful blue flower. I will take the bunch upstairs. She is all dressed and ready for it.
Lubin. [Putting it on the table.] No—do you bide a moment here with me.