ROBERT. What I say. ’Tis with you as I’d be going along to church this morning. Not her what’s above. ISABEL. But I wouldn’t go with you—No, not for all the gold in the world. ROBERT. Ah, you’ve changed since yesterday. When I caught your eye at dinner, ’twas gentle as a dove’s—and your hand, when it gave me my mug of cider did seem—well did seem to put a caress upon me like. ISABEL. O there lies a world of time twixt yesterday and to-day, Master Robert. ROBERT. So it do seem. For to-day ’tis all thorns and thistles with you—But I’m a-goin’ to have my look at your pretty face and my kiss of it too. ISABEL. I shall scream out loud if you touches me—that I shall. ROBERT. [_Pulling her to him_.] Us’ll see about that. [_He tries to get a sight of her face_, _but she twists and turns_. _Finally he seizes both her hands and covers them with kisses as_ KITTY _enters_. KITTY. O whatever’s going on! Rose, Rose, John—come you in here quickly, do. [_To_ LUCY.] O you bad, wicked girl. I knew you couldn’t be a very nice servant brought in off the road by Jeremy. [ISABEL, _released by_ ROBERT, _goes over to the window arranging her disordered sun-bonnet and trying to hide her tears_. ROBERT _watches her sullenly_. KITTY. [_Goes to the staircase door and calls loudly_.] Rose, Rose—come you down as quick as you can run. ROSE. [_Coming down_.] What’s all this, I’d like to know? KITTY. It’s Lucy, behaving dreadful—O you must send her straight away from the house, Rose. ROSE. What has she done, then? KITTY. Going on with Robert. Flirting, Rose, and kissing. ISABEL. O no, mistress, twasn’t so, I do swear to you. ROBERT. [_Brutally_.] Yes ’twas. The maid so put me powerful in mind of someone who—who— ROSE. [_Coldly_.] I understand you, Robert. Well, ’tis lucky that all this didn’t come off an hour or so later. KITTY. [_Tearfully_.] O Rose, what do you mean? ROSE. I mean that what’s not broken don’t need no mending. Robert can go to church with someone else to-day, he can. And no harm done. [_She takes up the bunch of orange flowers and begins pulling it to pieces and throwing it all about the room_. KITTY. O Rose, Rose, don’t take it so hard. ’Twasn’t Robert’s fault. ’Twas the girl off the road what led him on. I know it. Tell her to get out of the house. I’ll dress you—I’ll do the work. Only be just and sensible again; dear Rose. ROSE. Let the girl bide. It makes no difference to me. There’ll be no marrying for me to-day. [JOHN _comes in at the door_. KITTY. [_Running to him_.] O John, John—do you quiet down Rose and tell her to get upstairs and dress. She’s a-saying that she won’t marry Robert because of his goings on with the new servant—But, O, you’ll talk her into reason again, won’t you, dear John? JOHN. Come, come, what’s all this cackle about, Rose? ROSE. I’m breaking off with Robert, that’s all, John. JOHN. Robert, can’t you take and explain a bit what ’tis.