EMILY. [_Roughly taking hold of_ ROBIN _and_ JESSIE.] Come you along with me, you ill-behaved little varmints. ’Tis the back kitchen and the serving maid as is the properest place for such as you. I’ll not have you bide ’mongst the company no longer. [_She goes out with the children and followed by_ MAGGIE.] [_Directly they have left the room_ JOAN, _whose manner has been nervously shrinking_, _seems to recover herself and she assumes a languid_, _artificial air_, _badly imitating the ways of a lady of fashion_. JOAN. [_Fanning herself with her handkerchief and her fan_.] Well, I never did meet with such goings on before. MILES. You and I know how people conduct themselves in London, Miss Clara. We must not expect to find the same polite ways down here. LUKE. Come now, ’tisn’t so bad as all that with we. There baint many what has the tongue of mistress yonder. JOAN. I’m quite unused to such people. LUKE. And yet, Miss Clara, ’tisn’t as though they were exactly strangers to you like. JOAN. They feel as good as strangers to me, any way. MILES. Ah, how well I understand that, Miss. ’Tisn’t very often as we lay a length of fine silken by the side of unbleached woollen at my counters. JOAN. I could go through with it better perhaps, if I didn’t feel so terrible faint and sinking. LUKE. [_Going to the back kitchen door_.] Here, Maggie, stir yourself up a bit. The lady is near fainting, I do count. JESSIE. [_Runs in with a tray on which is a jug of water and a glass_.] I’m bringing the drink for Aunt, Mr. Jenner. Maggie’s crying ever so badly, and Mother’s sent her upstairs to wash her face and put her hair tidy. [JESSIE _puts the tray on the table near to where_ JOAN _is sitting_. MILES HOOFER _busies himself in pouring out a glass of water and in handing it with a great deal of exaggerated deference to_ JOAN. JOAN. [_Drinking_.] Such a coarse glass! MILES. Ah, you must let me send you up one from my place during your stay here. Who could expect a lady to drink from such a thing as that? JOAN. [_Laying aside the glass_.] There’s a taste of mould in the water too. JESSIE. It’s fresh. Mother drawed it up from the well, she did. JOAN. [_Looking disdainfully round on the room_.] Such a strange room. So very common. LUKE. Nay, you mustn’t judge of the house by this. Don’t you recollect the parlour yonder, with the stuffed birds and the chiney cupboard? JOAN. [_Looking round again_.] Such an old-fashioned place as this I never did see. ’Tis a low sort of room too, no carpet on the boards nor cloth to the table, nor nothing elegant. MILES. Ah, we find the mansions in town very different to a country farm house, don’t we Miss? JOAN. I should think we did, Mister Hooper. Why, look at that great old wooden chair by the hearth? Don’t it look un-stylish, upon my word, with no cushions to it nor nothing.