Thomas. Come, George, us’ll clear out down to th’ hay field, and snatch a bite as we do go.
George. That’s it, master.
Emily. [Calling angrily after them.] There’s no dinner for no one to-day, I tell you.
[Thomas and George go out of the back kitchen door. Emily begins putting the irons away, folding up the ironing sheet and setting the chairs back against the wall.
[Jessie and Robin, from their places at the table, watch her intently.
Emily. [As she moves about.] ’Twouldn’t be half the upset if the wench was coming by herself, but to have a hussy of a serving maid sticking about in the rooms along of us, is more nor I can stand.
[She begins violently to sweep up the hearth.
[Steps are heard outside.
Jessie. Hark, what’s that, mother?
Emily. I’ll give it to any one who wants to come in here.