EVA.
Got thro' the window again?
STEER.
Ay, but he left the mark of 'is foot i' the flowerbed; now theer be
noaen o' my men, thinks I to mysen, 'ud ha' done it 'cep' it were Dan
Smith, fur I cotched 'im once a-stealin' coaels an' I sent fur 'im, an'
I measured his foot wi' the mark i' the bed, but it wouldn't fit--
seeaems to me the mark wur maaede by a Lunnun boot. (_Looks at_ EVA.)
Why, now, what maaekes tha sa white?
EVA.
Fright, father!
STEER.
Maaeke thysen eaesy. I'll hev the winder naaeiled up, and put Towser
under it.
EVA. (_Clasping her hands_.)
No, no, father! Towser'll tear him all to pieces.
STEER.
Let him keep awaaey, then; but coom, coom! let's be gawin. They ha'
broached a barrel of aaele i' the long barn, and the fiddler be theer,
and the lads and lasses 'ull hev a dance.
EVA. (_Aside_.)
Dance! small heart have I to dance. I should seem to be dancing upon a
grave.
STEER.
Wheer be Mr. Edgar? about the premises?
DOBSON.
Hallus about the premises!
STEER.
So much the better, so much the better. I likes 'im, and Eva likes
'im. Eva can do owt wi' 'im; look for 'im, Eva, and bring 'im to the
barn.
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