Mary. ’Tis midsummer heat have turned their brains. But I know a cooling draught that will heal them of their sickness. Jeremy, do you step into the garden and bring me a handful of fresh violet leaves, one blossom from the heartsease and a sprig of rosemary.
Jeremy. [Sighing.] What next?
John. Get gone at once, Jerry.
[Jeremy goes to the door—as he does so Liz and Jane start up and follow him.
Liz. Sister and me will come along and help you, dear Mr. Jeremy.
Jane. And that us will, if our new gowns bain’t hooked too tight for we to bend.
[They follow Jeremy to the garden. Kitty silently leaves the room also. Rose and Robert remain lost in their sorrowful reflections. John and Mary look at them for a moment and then turn to one another.
John. Mary, I never thought to see such a thing as this.
Mary. You take my word for it, John, the storm will soon be blown away.
John. I don’t know how I should stand up against the worry of it all, wasn’t it for you, Mary.