Simon
She’s learning the names of the flowers by heart.
Sorel
What’s she up to?
Simon
I don’t know.—Damn! that’s crooked.
Sorel
I always distrust her when she becomes the Squire’s lady.
Simon
So do I.
Sorel
She’s been at it hard all day—she tapped the barometer this morning.
Simon
She’s probably got a plan about impressing somebody.