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He winnot joomp eawt ov th' window, dosto thenk, lad? Re-enter MRS. C. with wine. GER. drinks. Col. G. Why should he do that? Do you know anything about him? Tho. Aw do. Col. G. Has he seen you here? Tho. No. Aw're afeard he'd roon away, and aw keepet snoog. Col. G. I needn't ask who it is, then? Tho. Yo needn't, lad. Enter WATERFIELD. Tho. Mo conscience! he'll pike eawt afoor aw geet howd on him!
I'm a brute a mean, selfish devil! If that fellow Waterfield was to horse-whip me I should let him. Tho. Theer wur that yung chap yere a while agoo, and he said aw wur to say to Maister William what wur it aw're to say? Yigh it wur "Bill's been. O'reet." Col. G. There, sir! I told you so. Do sit down. I'll go after her. Ger. I will. I will. Only make haste. Tho. Th' boy said he'd be yere direckly.
Tell yor maister 'at Mattie's owd feyther's coom a' the gait fro Rachda to fot her whoam, and aw'll be much obleeged to him iv he'll let her goo beout lunger delay, for her mother wants her to whoam: hoo's but poorly. Tell yor maister that. Col. G. But I don't believe my master knows anything about her. Th. Aw're tellin' tho, aw seigh' th' mon goo into this heawse but a feow minutes agoo? Col.
But they wonnot coot mo throat beout warnin'. Aw'll bother noan. Col. G. Is there anything I can do for you? Th. Nay, aw donnot know; but beout aw get somebory to help mo, aw dunnot think aw'll coom to th' end in haste. Aw're a lookin' for summut aw've lost, mou. Col. G. Did you come all the way from Lancashire to look for it? Th. Eh, lad! aw thowt thae'rt beawn to know wheer aw coom fro! Col.
Col. G. You sit down. I'll be with you presently. Tho. Aw're noan likely to goo, maister. Enter MRS. C. Crosses to room door. Enter WATERFIELD. They talk. Ger. William! I don't want them. Col. G. Sit here one moment, sir. Mrs. Arthur, what can ? Col. Let him rest a bit, ma'am, if you please. He's been out for the first time. Mrs. C. At night! and in a fog! A pretty nurse you are! Poor boy! Col.
Hullo, young un! You're the rascal as stole the suvering: I saw you! Bill. Dunno what you're up to. I never stole nothink. James. Oh no! of course not! What's that in yer fist now? BILL drops his stool on JAMES'S foot, throws up the coin, catches it with his other hand, and puts it in his mouth. Tho. Theighur! Theighur! The like ov that! Aw're agooin wi' a thief aw wur! Bill.
Aw're a greight foo'! But aw're beawn to coom in: aw lung'd to goo through th' same dur wi' mo Mattie. Good day, sir. It be like maister, like mon! God's curse upon o' sich! Aw winnot say that; for mo Mattie's sake aw winnot say that. God forgie you! Col. G. This way, please! Th. Aw see. Aw'm not to have a chance ov seem' oather Mattie or th' mon. Exit. Col. G. resumes his boot absently.
G. Why didn't you speak to her? Th. Aw co'd. Col. G. And she didn't answer? Th. Aw didn't co' leawd. Aw're not willin' to have ony mak ov a din. Col. G. But you followed her surely? Th. Aw did; but aw're noan so good at walkin' as aw wur when aw coom; th' stwons ha' blistered mo fet. An it're the edge o' dark like.
Col. G. Of course. Ger. If you ride by me, you will have to ride far. Col. G. I know, sir. But if you would be fit for fighting, you must come and have something to eat and drink. Ger. All right. A soldier must obey: I shall begin by obeying you. Only mind you keep up with me. Exit, leaning on COL. G. Enter THOMAS. Tho. Th' dule a mon be yere! Aw're main troubled to get shut ov they reyvers!
Aw're only a bit stonned, like. Aw'll be o' reet in a smo' bit. Aw dunnot want no doctor. Aw'm a coomin' reawnd. Ger. Neither of you shall stir to-night. Your rooms will be ready in a few minutes. Mat. Thank you, sir! I don't know what I should have done with him. Susan, you wouldn't mind going home without me? You know Miss Lacordere Ger. Miss Lacordere! What do you know of her? Mat. Oh, dear!
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