(Breaks off abruptly.)
Judith:
When Jim?
Eliza:
But, don’t stand there. You’re looking pale and peaked.
It’s heavy, traiking the fell-tracks with a baby:
Come in, and rest a moment, if you’re tired.
You cannot bide here long: I’m sorry, lass;
But I’m expecting company; and you
Yourself, I take it, won’t be over-eager
For company.
Judith:
I’m tired enough, God kens—
Bone-weary: but we’ll not stay long, to shame you:
And you can send us packing in good time,
Before your company comes.
(She enters, and seats herself on a chair near the door. Eliza busies herself, laying the table for tea, and there is silence for a while.)
Judith:
And so, Jim’s gone
To fetch the company?