goes to church every Sunday, with her stuff cloak over her arm, and knits hose for the vicar!
SCENE IV.
A Summer Parlour, with a Door opening to the Garden.
EnterMaryandSir Robert Freemantlefrom the garden.
MARY (speaking as they enter).
And your uncle is bent upon purchasing this place.
FREEMANTLE.
He was born in this house.
MARY.
It is natural that he should wish to possess it; yet I am sorry for it. I have an affection for it too, and so had my brother; but he has taken some capricious dislike to it, I don't know how.—(a pause). And you leave us so soon?
FREEMANTLE.
I feel, my dear Miss Charville, that it is right I should.
MARY.
How can that be?
FREEMANTLE.
Have you not perceived your brother's growing dislike to me?
