Paul. Cupboards in every room, and fine-laid white floors.
Olive. We need a cupboard in the living-room only, but I have learned to sand a floor in a rare pattern. [Paul attempts to embrace Olive. She repulses him.
Paul. I trow you are full provident of favors and pence, Olive.
Olive. I would save them for thee, Paul.
Paul. And thou shalt not be hindered by me to any harm, sweetheart. Was't thy mother taught thee such wisdom, or thine own self, Olive?
Olive. 'Twas my mother.
Paul. Nay, 'twas thine own heart; that shall teach me, too. [Nine-o'clock bell rings.
Olive. Oh, 'tis nine o'clock, and 'tis not a courting night. Paul, be off; thou must! [They jump up and go to the door.
Paul (putting his arm around Olive). Give me but one kiss, Olive, albeit not a courting night, for good speed on my homeward walk and my to-morrow's journey.
Olive. Where go you to-morrow, Paul?