Eliza:
You, Judith Ellershaw! I thought ’twas Jim.
Judith:
You thought ’twas Jim?
Eliza:
Jim and ... To think it’s you!
Where’ve you sprung from? It’s long since you’ve shown face
In these parts; and we’d seen the last of you,
I reckoned, little dreaming—and, least of all,
To-day!
Judith:
And should I be more welcome, then,
On any other?
Eliza:
Welcome? I hardly know.
Decent folk don’t keep open house for your sort
At any time. Your foot’s not dirtied that doorstone
A dozen times in your life: and then, to come,
To-day, of all days, just when Jim ...