doors and around the chimbleys.

_Olive._ Nay, Paul, not too fine panel-work; 'twill cost too high.

_Paul._ Cupboards in every room, and fine-laid white floors.

_Olive._ We need a cupboard in the living-room only, but I have
learned to sand a floor in a rare pattern. [Paul _attempts to
embrace_ Olive. _She repulses him._

_Paul._ I trow you are full provident of favors and pence, Olive.

_Olive._ I would save them for thee, Paul.

_Paul._ And thou shalt not be hindered by me to any harm,
sweetheart. Was't thy mother taught thee such wisdom, or thine own
self, Olive?

_Olive._ 'Twas my mother.

_Paul._ Nay, 'twas thine own heart; that shall teach me, too.
[_Nine-o'clock bell rings._

_Olive._ Oh, 'tis nine o'clock, and 'tis not a courting night.
Paul, be off; thou must! [_They jump up and go to the door._

_Paul_ (_putting his arm around_ Olive). Give me but one kiss,
Olive, albeit not a courting night, for good speed on my homeward
walk and my to-morrow's journey.