[Hurriedly putting up her work and giving her hat and gloves to the maid.] Go make yourself ready, Mr. Collins. We will do the same. [Charlotte pushes Mr. Collins gently toward the door.]
Mr. Collins.
[Protesting.] Yes—yes! But this implement——
[He holds out the hoe.]
Charlotte.
Give it to Martha!
[Mr. Collins hastily gives the hoe to the maid and then goes out. He instantly returns, however, and again appeals in distressed tones to his wife.]
Mr. Collins.
[Holding out the basket.] And these radishes, my dear?
Charlotte.