John (incredulously). Well! Well! And you wouldn't have them!
Sarah. No.
John. Why now?
Sarah (looking at him meaningly). Well—I liked somebody else better.
John (piqued). Did he—the somebody—did he never ask you?
Sarah. He might yet, maybe.
John (hopelessly to himself). I wonder would it be any use then me asking her.
Sarah. And I'm beginning to think he is a long time thinking about it. (Knocking at the door.)
John (angrily). Ach! Who's that?
Brown (opening yard door and looking in). Me, sir. Mr. Dan wants to know could you not come out a minute, and show the gentlemen what way you can stop the feedboard working.