Elizabeth. And who are these persons, Giles?
[George and John set down their burdens on the floor and begin to mop their faces. The Old Man stretches out his fine coat and hat and buckled shoes to Giles.
Old Man. Here they be, my lord, and I warrant as you’ll feel more homely like in they, nor what you’ve got upon you now. [Giles takes the things from him.
Giles. Thank you, old master. [He turns to Millie.] Let me go into the other room, Millie. I will not keep you waiting longer than a few moments.
[He goes out.
Elizabeth. [To George.] And who may you be, I should like to know? You appear to be making very free with my parlour.
George. We be the servants what wait upon Master Giles, old Missis.
Elizabeth. Old Missis, indeed. Father, you shall speak to these persons.
Daniel. Well, my men. I scarce do know whether I be a-standing on my head or upon my heels, and that’s the truth ’tis.
George. Ah, and that I can well understand, master, for I’m a married man myself, and my woman has a tongue to her head very similar to that of th’ old missis yonder—so I know what ’tis.