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Where maids have spent their hours.

How do you do, ma'am?

Well, John.

Good-evening, ma'am.

You're welcome, Master Ireton, I'm sure. If you behave yourself, young man.

How may that be, ma'am?

No, don't ask me. Only don't you and John come putting more notions into Oliver's head. I'm sure he's got more than he can rightly manage as it is.

We were told down there that it's to-morrow that my Lord of Bedford and his like are to claim the common rights.

Yes.

Mr. Cromwell is to resist, they said.

Now, young man, Oliver doesn't need any urging to it. He needs holding back.

But that's fine for Oliver. Every man must speak to-day—and do as well, if it comes to it.

Yes, but don't be so proud about it, John.

I think they should be proud.

Remember what Mr. Herbert says—

As for thy laws, remember.

Surely, we shall remember that always.

Cousin John.

Well, Bridget, my girl.

How do you do, Mr. Ireton?

Well, I thank you, mistress.

Does father know, mother?

I've sent down to the field.

He'll be here soon enough. I'm sorry the judges were against you, John. I don't know what else you could expect, though. They are the King's judges, I suppose.

That's what we dispute, ma'am. The King says that they should serve him. We say that they should serve the laws.

It was just when Mr. Hampden was being heard. The law they said was the King's old and loyal servant: that lex was not rex, but that none could gainsay that rex was lex.

That's what we shall have to decide, and before long, I think.

Father says that.

This house is ready for any kind of revolution, John.

But you find it everywhere, ma'am. All along the countryside, in the markets, in the church porches—everywhere.

Is the vine doing well this year,