} What is it ? } Why , come in , Izod , darling — what 's wrong ? }Lie down , you beast ,Come along , Izod , dear ! }No luck , dearie ? } The brutes . } I durs n't tap the ale without Squire 's orders — the new barrel is n't to be touched till the Harvest Feast . Down with it — it 's meat and drink . } Do n't spend your money on tobacco , darling . Have a meal . } Good gracious ! How ? } Carried a sick woman on a litter ? } A common woman or a lady ? }What does she do at an inn in Market-Sinfield ? } Well ? } Did he go to her ? } I 've only got a little money . I 'll fetch it , dear ,A pretty lady in Market-Sinfield — very dark , very ill , and among strangers ,How unlucky all dark women seem to be ! }Oh , yes , dear . } Leave me a little . }That 'll never be — I 've tried . }Yes , Mr. Hythe . } For shame , Gilbert Hythe ; I 'm his sister . }Very well . And your dinner is waiting for you , Mr. Hythe ,and has been this half-hour . }Thank you , Mr. Hythe . } Tell me , dear , dear , dear , where did you find that key ring ? } Well ? } What does that mean ? } What of it ? } What of it ? }What of it ? }Tell me what you think — tell me what you mean ! } Climb to a window , when there 's a door there ? } I do .But the dog , Izod ,— nobody that the dog does n't love , dares try to pass the gateway — the dog ! } Ah ! }I 'll call Gilbert Hythe , if you touch me , darling ,Listen , Izod ; I 've been here , on this bit o ’ land , resting under this old roof , and working in this old yard , since I was a mite — so high . I 've been here in times of merrymaking and times of mourning , and I 've seen the grass grow over all the Veritys but one — the Squire who gives me the same living that goes to the best table , and as soft a pillow as lies on the best bed . No , I 'll keep the keys , Izod dear ; you go and swallow Gilbert Hythe 's dinner . }A bunch of his keys ; they are safer in my pocket than in Izod 's — poor Izod is so impulsive .Squire ! Squire ! Here 's Gilbert Hythe with two men . Do n't let ‘ em bring their boots indoors . }Hush ! }What 's wrong , dear ? } Go in , Izod ! Here 's the Squire ! go in !I 'm close at hand if you want me , Squire . Here 's Gilbert ! }Yes ! }Yes , Squire . } The old cask has run out , and the new one is n't to be tapped till to-morrow . }Who 's calling me “ what'shYpppHeNyourhYpppHeN name ” ?Why , parson ! }Yes , Squire , that he does . }For the lady at the White Lion , parson ? }The basket is packed , parson . Chicken and jelly , sponge cakes , grapes —Well , I never —! } Never a clergyman , sir ! }Gilbert ! } Will you taste the milk , gentlemen ? }Who are you ? }Who told you to call “ Christie ” ? } I beg your pardon , Squire , but I have been good enough to wait on you since you were that high . What 's wrong with me now ? }I do n't want a helpmate . I want all you , Squire . We were children together , you and me , mistress and maid . Do n't halve your heart now , Squire . I can n't bear it . }I can n't help what I 'm saying . I wo n't bear it . }You 're the girl that they say is in love with a soldier , are n't you ? } A soldier ! That 's why the Squire has gushed over you , is n't it ? }“ No , miss ! ”Now listen to one word from me . You get wed to your common soldier as soon as you can hook him , do you hear ? } Because as long as you 're in this house , there 's mischief and bad blood in it , upon my soul there is ! Come along and see your bedroom . }And that 's the woman they make a saint of in Market-Sinfield . And she dares to turn her back on me — for Felicity . }Felicity ! Not the name for this house !Ah ! I shall have to jingle you yet . } Gilbert Hythe and Gunnion , with a box of clothes for the girl , } Excuse me , Squire , but before Gunnion goes I should like you to make note of the alethat 's been drawn from the new cask . The ale was in my keeping and it 's due to me for you to know of the loss . } More shame for an old man to lead a poor boy astray ! } Turn up your collar , Gilbert , it 's bitter cold , }My hands are as white as hers , but I suppose she is to be the lady 's maid . } I know I 'm your servant ; whether or not I 'm your friend , Squire , is another matter ; but I 'm not her friend , and I own it . } That 's it , I 'm jealous ; I hope there 'll never be a worse name for it . }He 's been sleeping off the effects of that wicked old man 's temptation , poor dear , }Good-night . }My poor brother has something to say to you , Squire . }Poor boy .Will you want me again to-night , Squire ? } And I suppose Izod can be off about his business ? }Izod , I 'll see you out past the dog , dear — then go and lie by the ricks near the Five Trees , and watch who passes under the archway to-night . } Wait till a man walks from the Market-Sinfield road , and you wo n't wait long ,Good-night , Squire , dear . }Christiana . } Parson Dormer has walked over from Market-Sinfield and must see you to-night . }She has opened the window — the saint ! Poor Izod wo n't have to wait long ,Shall I sit up , Squire ? } What a lot of animals ! Ugh ! How awful common people look when they 're clean , }Hallo ! }Ill , she says . Hush !She 's in there . What do you want , dear ? } Hush ! she 's in her room . What 's the matter ? } You 're quite right , Gunnion ; act up to your ribbons . }Go away , Izod , and keep quiet till you 're wanted . } I have n't any . } What for ? }How much ? }For a pocket-handkerchief ! }Somebody 's coming — go away .Now then , you ! } Here 's a pretty thing , and a very pretty thing ; and who is the owner of this pretty thing ? You sha n't have it till you guess what it is . } No . } Yes . } Who is it from ? } Guess . } It was left here this morning by a common soldier . }“ Miss Felicity Gunnion — immejit . ” Immejit . He can n't even spell properly — that 's a good match for a girl . } How is he ? What does he call you — Lovey or Popsey ? He smokes bad tobacco ; I should n't care for him to kiss me . }Hallo ! what 's wrong with the ear-rings ? } I 'm glad of it ; it serves you right . You should n't sneak into other women 's shoes . }Gilbert , the children are crying out for you to tell them your fairy stories , and sing your songs to them . } You 're going to turn your back on Market - Sinfield , Squire . What 's to become of me ! }Ah , I see ; it 's the baby face and baby tongue of old Gunnion 's daughter that pleases you now ! And why ? Because the child can talk to you of the barracks at Pagley , and the jests they make , and the stories they tell about young Thorndyke 's lady-love ! } Insolent I may be , but I 'm not worse ! } That your precious love-secret is known to my brother and me . That we can spell the name of the man who is the most welcome guest here , in broad daylight when doors are open , and in the dead of night when doors are locked ! }Do n't you touch me , because I 'm your servant no longer ! do n't touch me , because you 're not fit to lay your hand upon a decent woman ! } This : I 've got gipsy blood in me , and that means “ all or none . ” Will you promise to turn old Gunnion 's child away , never to have her near you again ? } Tell the parson that there 's a lady in Market-Sinfield who needs as much praying for as she can get from him on Sundays — tell him what Izod saw last night and what I heard — give him a new text to preach to the poor folks who call you their saint . }Your servant , Lieutenant . You have n't forgotten the Harvest Feast , sir .Come to the parson — now .