ROBERT. [_Sullenly_.] A little bit of play ’twixt me and the wench there, and that’s about all, I reckon. JOHN. Now that’s an unsensible sort of thing to get doing on your marriage day, to my thinking. KITTY. ’Twasn’t Robert’s fault, I know. ’Twas the maid off the road who started it. [_Here_ ISABEL _sinks down on a chair by the window_, _leaning her arms on the table and bowing her head_, _in tears_. JOHN. [_Going to the door_.] Jeremy—Jeremy—come you in here a minute. [_Instead of_ JEREMY, LUBIN _comes in_. JOHN. ’Twas Jeremy I did call—not you. LUBIN. He’s gone off the place for a few minutes. JOHN. [_Vexedly_.] Ah, ’tis early for the Red Bull. LUBIN. Can I—can I do anything for you, master? JOHN. Not unless you can account for the sort of serving wench off the roadside what Jerry has put upon us. LUBIN. What is there to account for in her, master? ROSE. [_Passionately_.] O I don’t particular mind about what’s happened. Let her kiss with Robert if she has the mind. ’Tis always the man who commences. JOHN. ’Tis not. There are some wenches who don’t know how to leave anyone alone. Worser than cattle flies, that sort. ISABEL. [_Going across the room to_ LUBIN’S _side_.] O you shame me by them words, I bain’t that sort of maid—you’ll answer for me—William? [LUBIN _silently takes her hand_. ROSE. [_Her eyes fixed on_ LUBIN.] I’ll tell you what, John; I’ll tell you, Kitty. I wish I’d held me to my first lover and I wish ’twas with Lubin that I was a-going to the church to-day. ROBERT. [_Sullenly_.] Then I’ll say sommat, Rose. I wish ’twas with Isabel that I was getting wed. JOHN. Now, now—’Tis like two children a quarrelling over their playthings. Suppose you was to go and get yourself dressed, Rose-Anna—And you too, Robert. Why, the traps will be at the door afore you’re ready if you don’t quicken yourselves up a bit. Kitty, you go and help your sister. ROSE. [_With a jealous glance at Isabel_.] No, I’ll have Lucy with me. JOHN. That’s it, you keep her out of mischief KITTY. I’ve got my own dress to put on. JOHN. And Robert, you and me will have a drink after all this caddle. ’Tis dry work getting ready for marriage so it appears. ROBERT. ’Tis fiery dry to my thinking. ROSE. [_Crossing the room and going up to_ LUBIN.] I have no flowers to take to church with me, William; go you to the waterside, I have a mind to carry some of the blue things what grow there. KITTY. Forget-me-nots, you mean! ROSE. Forget-me-nots, I mean. And none but you to gather them for me, William. Because—because—well, you do put me in thoughts of someone that I once held and now have lost. That’s all. [_Curtain_. ACT III.—Scene 2. _The same room half an hour later_. ISABEL _is picking up the scattered orange blossom which she ties together and lays on the window sill_. LUBIN _comes in with a large bunch of river forget-me-nots_. LUBIN. I didn’t think to find you here, Isabel.