SCENE I]
MRS. HOLROYD
11
Blackmore
- I will, some day.
Jack
- When?
Minnie
- Why don’t you come an’ live here?
Blackmore (looking swiftly at Mrs. Holroyd)
- Nay, you ’ve got your own dad to live here.
Minnie (plaintively)
- Well, you could come as well. Dad shouts when we’ve gone to bed, an’ thumps the table. He would n’t if you was here.
Jack
- He durs n’t—
Mrs. Holroyd
- Be quiet now, be quiet. Here, Mr. Blackmore. (She again gives him the sheet to fold)
Blackmore
- Your hands are cold.
Mrs. Holroyd
- Are they?—I did n’t know.
- [Blackmore puts his hand on hers.
Mrs. Holroyd (confusedly, looking aside)
- You must want your tea.
Blackmore
- I ’m in no hurry.
Mrs. Holroyd
- Selvidge to selvidge. You ’ll be quite a domestic man, if you go on.
Blackmore
- Ay.
- [They fold the two sheets.
