Taig: (Holding can from him.) Get out I tell you! I wouldn't wish him to feel the smell of you on the breeze.
Darby: (Almost crying.) You are a mean savage to go keeping from me my tin can and my rag!
Taig: Go wash yourself at the pump can't you?
Darby: That we may never be within the same four walls again, or come under the lintel of the one door! (He goes out.)
Taig: (Calling after him while he takes a suit of clothes from his bag.) I'm not like yourself! I have good clothes to put on me, what you haven't got! A body-coat my mother made out—she lost up to three shillings on it,—and a hat—and a speckled blue cravat. (He hastily throws off his sweep's smock and cap, and puts on clothes. As he does he sings:)
All round my hat I wore a green ribbon,
All round my hat for a year and a day;
And if any one asks me the reason I wore it
I'll say that my true love went over the sea!
All in my hat I will stick a blue feather
The same as the birds do be up in the tree;
And if you would ask me the reason I do it
I'll tell you my true love is come back to me!
(He washes his face and wipes it, looking at himself in the tin can. He catches sight of a straw hat passing window.)
Who is that? A gentleman? (He draws back.)
(Darby comes in. He has changed his clothes and wears a straw hat and light coat and trousers. He is looking for a necktie which he had dropped and picks up. His back is turned to Taig who is standing at the other door.)