Rose. [Pushing the forget-me-nots yet further away.] Those flowers are dying. My fancy ones were best.
Kitty. [Coming forward with the orange blossoms.] Here they are, dear Rose.
Rose. [Taking them.] O how beautiful they do look. I declare I can smell the sweetness coming out from them, Robert.
Robert. All the orange blossom in the world bain’t so sweet as one kiss from your lips, Rose.
Rose. Now is that truly so?
Robert. Ah, ’tis heavy work a-waiting for the coach, Rose.
John. [Coming forward and taking Mary’s hand.] And yours won’t be the only marriage Rose-Anna. Did you never think that me and Mary might—
Kitty. [Running forward.] But I did—O so many times, John. [Jeremy enters with Lubin and Isabel.
Jeremy. Servants be comed back. Man was to the Red Bull, I count. Female a-washing and a-combing of herself in the barn.
Rose. [Coldly.] I don’t care whether they be here or not. Set them to work, Jerry, whilst we are to church.