John. Don't you know yourself, you stupid headed lump you. Away back at once. (Brown hurriedly closes the door after an inquiring glance at the pair.) That's them servant men for you. He knowed rightly what way it worked, only he was just curious. (Savagely.) He's a stupid creature, anyway.
Sarah. I think all men is stupid. They never see things at all.
John. Now, Sarah, sure women are just as bad. There's Mary. She's bright enough someways, but others—ach——
Sarah. Mary needs someone—a woman—to look after her. Somebody that knows how to manage a house and save money. She's lost running about here. Now, I had a young girl with me once was a wild useless thing when she came, and when she left me six months after, there wasn't a better trained, nor as meek a child in the whole country.
John. And you can manage a house, Sarah, and well, too. Can't you?
Sarah. I ran the house for Andy there twenty years and more, and I never once had to ask him for a pound. And what's more, I put some into the bank every quarter.
John. Did you now? (He looks at her in wondering admiration.)
Sarah. Yes. And I cleared five pounds on butter last half year.
John (with growing wonder). Did you?
Sarah. And made a profit of ten pounds on eggs alone this year already.