Miles. As you please, my good Luke.
Luke. Then, do you tell me honest, shall I do in the clothes I’m a-wearing of now, Miles?
Miles. [Regarding him critically.] That neckerchief is not quite the thing, Luke.
Luke. ’Tis my Sunday best.
Miles. Step over to the High Street with me, my lad. I’ve got something in the shop that will be the very thing. You shall have it half price for ’tis only a bit damaged in one of the corners.
Luke. I’m sure I’m very much obliged to you, Miles.
Miles. That’s all right, Luke.
Luke. George would look better to my thinking if there was a new coat to the back of him.
Miles. Ah, poor beggar, he would, and no mistake.
Luke. I warrant as Emily do keep it afore him as how he was took in from off the road by th’ old farmer in his day.