And the hawk hangs overhead. But then the blood
Was hot, and I’d a relish--such a relish!
Keen as a kestrel ... and now ...

ELIZA:
It’s Jim and Phœbe--
The music and the dazzle in their heads:
And they’ll be here ...

EZRA:
I wish he’d married Judith:
She’s none the worse for being a ruddled ewe.

ELIZA:
Nay, God forbid! At least, I’m spared that bildert.

(_EZRA rises; and ELIZA carries out his chair, and he hobbles after
her. She soon returns, and puts griddle-cakes into the oven to keep
hot. Presently a step is heard on the threshold, and JUDITH ELLERSHAW
stands in the doorway, a baby in her arms. ELIZA does not notice
her for a few moments; then, glancing up, recognizes her with a
start._)

ELIZA:
You, Judith Ellershaw! I thought ’twas Jim.

JUDITH:
You thought ’twas Jim?

ELIZA: