(Her foot is on the step of the stile. Her right hand holds the poppies and supports the open sunshade which rests on her shoulder. She turns her back on him.)
He (in a huff). Oh, very well.
(He commences walking towards the road gate. She half mounts the stile, looks across the field, then pauses. He, some yards off, is fumbling with the chain of the gate.)
She (after making another movement towards the field and then shrinking back). Frank!
(He does not hear.)
She (louder). Frank!
He (not moving). Yes.
She. Come here.
(He obeys. She remains seated on the top rung of the stile.)