LUBIN. They’ll know the both of us. Love isn’t never quite so dead but what a sound in the speech or a movement of the hand will bring some breath to it again. ISABEL. You’re right there, master—sommat’ll stir in the hearts of them when they sees we—and ’tis from the door as us’ll be chased for masking on them like this. MARY. But not before the seeds of love have done their work. Come, Isabel; come, Lubin—I will so dress you that you shall not be recognised. [MARY _goes indoors_. ISABEL _slowly rises and takes up her bundle_. LUBIN _remains seated_, _looking gloomily before him_. ISABEL. Come, think what ’twill feel to be along of our dear loves and look upon the forms of them and hear the notes of their voices once again. LUBIN. That’s what I am a-thinking of. ’Twill be hot iron drove right into the heart all the while. Ah, that’s about it. ISABEL. I’ll gladly bear the pain. LUBIN. [_After a pause_.] Then so will I. We’ll go. [_He raises his eyes to her face and then gets heavily up and follows her into the cottage_. ACT II.—Scene 1. _The living room at Daniel’s Mill_. _In the window_ ROSE-ANNA _is seated awkwardly sewing some bright ribbons on to a muslin gown_. KITTY _is moving about rapidly dusting chairs and ornaments which are in disorder about the room and_ JOHN _stands with his back to the grate gravely surveying them_. ROSE. [_Petulantly_.] Whatever shall we do, John! Me not dressed, everything no how, and them expected in less nor a half hour’s time? KITTY. There! I’ve finished a-dusting the chairs. Now I’ll set them in their places. ROSE. No one is thinking of me! Who’s going to help me on with my gown and curl my hair like Robert was used to seeing me wear it at Aunt’s? KITTY. Did you have it different down at Bristol, Rose? ROSE. Of course I did. ’Twouldn’t do to be countrified in the town. JOHN. Your hair’s well enough like that. ’Tisn’t of hair as anyone’ll be thinking when they comes in, but of victuals. And how we’re a-going to get the table and all fixed up in so short a time do fairly puzzle me. KITTY. I’ll do the table. ROSE. No. You’ve got to help me with my gown. O that was a good-for-nothing baggage, leaving us in the lurch! JOHN. Well, I’ve done my best to get us out of the fix. ROSE. And what would that be, pray? KITTY. Why John, you’ve done nothing but stand with your back to the grate this last hour. JOHN. I’ve sent off Jerry. ROSE. [_Scornfully_.] Much good that’ll do. KITTY. We know just how far Jerry will have gone. JOHN. I told him not to shew hisself unless he could bring a couple of servants back along with him. ROSE. [_Angrily_.] You’re more foolish than I took you to be, John. Get you off at once and fetch Jerry from his cider at the Red Bull. He’s not much of a hand about the house, but he’s better than no one. JOHN. [_Sighing heavily_.] Jeremy’s not the man to start his drinking so early in the day.