Jerry. Lack-a-daisy! What a disappointment to me, when I had put my house in such nice order—painted my walls—got a new chest upon chest—two new bed quilts, and a pair of pumps, and had the pig-sty and dairy whitewashed.—Hang me, after all, I believe, she is only a little shy. Oh, I see it now, she only wants a little coaxing—a little sparking or so—I've a great mind to kiss her. I will, too.
[Approaches Christine, who stands at a distance, buried in deep thought.
Christine. Begone—dare not touch me! Heavens, am I reserved for this humiliation? Could my father be so cruel?
Jerry. Now, Crissy, don't be so shy—you know you like me—you know you said t' other day, when I were out training, that I held up my head more like a soger than anybody in the ranks; come now, let's make up; you'll always find me a dutiful husband, and if I ever flog you, then my name's not Jerry.
Enter Jasper from the cottage, with a basket; Peasants following with fruit.
Jasper. Come, let us have breakfast in the open air—help me to arrange the table.
Jerry. Breakfast! Oh, true, I've a powerful appetite.
[Assists.
Christine. [Aside.] What is to be done? I have not a moment to lose; my father is stern and unyielding—I know his temper too well, to hope that my entreaties will prevail with him—the farmer is rich, and gold is a powerful tempter. I must be gone—follow Lenox, and in disguise, to avoid this hateful match. I'll in, whilst unobserved.
[Enters the cottage.