Julie Tallent:
[discovering Saul and Emily in the stable]
Saul! Why you...
Saul Trevethick:
Julie! Shut up!
Julie Tallent:
Shut up? I'll scratch your beastly face, you skirt-chasing, little cad! Let me alone
[she slaps him]
Saul Trevethick:
Julie! Please!
Julie Tallent:
Don't touch me.
Bess Stanforth:
What is all this?
Julie Tallent:
This smirking ape can't be left alone with a maid for half minute but goes like a bull at her.
[to Saul]
Julie Tallent:
You cheap little rotter. I ought to put my nails down your face.
Bess Stanforth:
Julie, that'll do.
Bess Stanforth:
Emmie. come here.
Julie Tallent:
It's not Emmie's fault. It's that masher.
[exits in tears]
Saul Trevethick:
Julie!
Bess Stanforth:
You been making rather a fool of yourself, haven't you?
Saul Trevethick:
Bess, I, I don't know what came over me.
Bess Stanforth:
No, I don't think you do. Haven't you ever seen a good-looking servant before? Do you have to behave like a clown with ours?
Saul Trevethick:
Sorry.
Bess Stanforth:
Now listen to me, you turnip; you concoct a story Julie can pretend to believe. I'll do the rest.
Bess Stanforth:
Just a minute, Emmie. I haven't finished with you.
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