[She smoothes May’s hair and ties it up for her. Annet comes into the room with more flowers.
Elizabeth. What’s your cousin doing now, Annet?
Annet. The door of her room is still locked, Aunt. And what she says is that she do want to bide alone there.
Elizabeth. In all my days I never did hear tell of such a thing, I don’t know what’s coming to the world, I don’t.
May. I count that Millie do like to be all to herself whilst she is a-dressing up grand in her white gown, and the silken cloak and bonnet.
Annet. Millie’s not a-dressing of herself up. I heard her crying pitiful as I was gathering flowers in the garden.
Elizabeth. Crying? She’ll have something to cry about if she doesn’t look out, when her father comes in, and hears how she’s a-going on.
May. I wonder why Cousin Millie’s taking on like this. I shouldn’t, if ’twas me getting married.
Elizabeth. Look you, May, you get and run up, and knock at the door and tell her that ’twill soon be time for us to set off to church and that she have got to make haste in her dressing.
May. I’ll run, Aunt, only ’tis very likely as she’ll not listen to anything that I say. [May goes out.