Chapter 9 (aside). What's to be done, indeed!

Wife (aside). Done! nothing, love.

Either the thing has done itself, or they

Must undo. Did they call for fiddler Sam?

Well, now they have him.

[More tuning heard outside.

Mrs. J. (aside). Live and let live's my motto.

Mrs. T. So 't is mine.

Who's Sam, that he must fly in Parson's face?

He's had his turn. He never gave these lights,

Cut his best flowers-

Mrs. S. (aside). He takes no pride in us.

Speak up, good neighbour, get the window shut.

Mrs. J. (rising). I ask your pardon truly, that I do-

La! but the window-there's a parlous draught;

The window punishes rheumatic folk-

We'd have it shut, sir.

Others. Truly, that we would.