Isabel. I was just the maid as ever I was until—
Lubin. And so was I unchanged, until I started travelling up on the same road as you, Isabel.
[For a few minutes they look gravely into one another’s eyes.
Lubin. [Taking Isabel’s hands.] So that’s how ’tis with you and me.
Isabel. O Lubin—a poor serving maid like I am.
Lubin. I’ll have no one else in the whole world.
Isabel. What could I have seen in him, times gone by?
Lubin. And was it ever true that I did sit through a long Sunday her hand in mine? [Another silence.
Isabel. But how’s us ever to get out of the caddle where we be?
Lubin. [Gaily.] We’ll just run away off to the Fair as t’other servants did.