JULIA. And could you forget the prick of the thorn, did you hold the rose again, Laura? LAURA. O that I could. For me there’d be naught but the rose, were it laid once more in my hand. But ’tis not likely to be put there, since ’tis you he favours. JULIA. But I don’t favour him. LAURA. You’ll favour him powerful well when you see him, Julia. JULIA. I’ve given my heart already, but ’tis not to him. LAURA. You’ve given your heart? JULIA. Yes, Chris has all of it, Laura. There is nothing left for anyone else in the world. LAURA. O Julia, think of your position. JULIA. That I will not do. I am going to think of yours. LAURA. [_Beginning to cry_.] I’m no better in my station than a serving maid, like Susan. JULIA. [_Pointing_.] There she comes [_calling_] Susan, Susan! [SUSAN _comes up_. _During the next sentences_ LAURA _takes one bunch of vegetables after another from the basket_, _smoothing each in turn with a fond caressing movement_. SUSAN. Did you call, mistress? JULIA. Yes, Susan. That I did. SUSAN. Can I help you in any way, Miss Julia? JULIA. Yes, and that you can. You have got to run quickly back to the farm. SUSAN. Be it got terrible late, mistress? JULIA. ’Tis not only that. You have got to find your master and tell him to expect a visit from me in less than an hour’s time from now. Do you understand? SUSAN. O, yes, mistress, and that I do—to tell master as you be coming along after he as fast as you can run. JULIA. Well—I should not have put it in that way, but ’tis near enough may be. So off, and make haste, Susan. SUSAN. Please, mistress, I could make the words have a more loving sound to them if you do wish it. JULIA. My goodness, Susan, what are you thinking of? Say naught, but that I’m coming. Run away now, and run quickly. [SUSAN _goes off_. LAURA. [_Looking up_, _a bunch of carrots in her hands_.] What are you going to do now, Julia? JULIA. You shall see, when you have done playing with those carrots. LAURA. He pulled them, every one, with his own hands, Julia. JULIA. My love has gathered something better for me than a carrot. See, a spray of elder bloom that was tossing ever so high in the wind. [_She takes a branch of elder flower from her dress_, _and shews it to_ LAURA. LAURA. The roots that lie warm in the earth do seem more homely like to me. JULIA. Well—each one has their own way in love—and mine lies through the dark woods, and yours is in the vegetable garden. And ’tis your road that we will take this afternoon—so come along quickly with me, Laura, for the sun has already begun to change its light. [LAURA _replaces the vegetables in her basket and rises from the seat as the curtain falls_. ACT III.—Scene 1. _The Garden of Road Farm as in Act I_. MRS. GARDNER _is knitting in the Arbour_. WILLIAM _strolls about gloomily_, _his hands in his pockets_.