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GEORGE. With your humble position?
ABUD. I'm a gardener, and there'll always be gardens.
GEORGE. Frustrated affections . . I beg your pardon. . . To have been crossed in love should make you bitter and ambitious.
ABUD. My father was a gardener and my son will be a gardener if he's no worse a man than I and no better.
GEORGE. Are you married?
ABUD. No, sir.
GEORGE. Are you going to be married?
ABUD. Not especially, sir.
GEORGE. Yes . . you must marry . . some decent woman; we want gardeners.
ABUD. Do you want me any more now, sir?
GEORGE. You have interested me. You can go back to your work.
ABUD _obeys_.
GEORGE. [_Almost to himself._] I am hardly human.
_He slowly moves away and out of sight._
ANN. John Abud.
_He comes back and stands before her too._
ANN. I am very sorry for you.
ABUD. I am very much obligated to you, Miss.
ANN. Both those sayings are quite meaningless. Say something true about yourself.
ABUD. I'm not sorry for myself.
ANN. I won't tell. It's very clear you ought to be in a despairing state. Don't stand in the sun with your hat off.
ABUD. [_Putting on his hat._] Thank you, Miss.
ANN. Have you nearly finished the rose-trees?
ABUD. I must work till late this evening.
ANN. Weren't you ambitious for Dolly's sake?
ABUD. She thought me good enough.
ANN. I'd have married her.
ABUD. She was ambitious for me.
ANN. And are you frightened of the big world?
ABUD. Fine things dazzle me sometimes.
ANN. But gardening is all that you're fit for?
ABUD. I'm afraid so, Miss.
ANN. But it's great to be a gardener . . to sow seeds and to watch flowers grow and to cut away dead things.
ABUD. Yes, Miss.
ANN. And you're in the fresh air all day.
ABUD. That's very healthy.
ANN. Are you very poor?
ABUD. I get my meals in the house.
ANN. Rough clothes last a long time.
ABUD. I've saved money.
ANN. Where do you sleep?
ABUD. At Mrs. Hart's . . at a cottage . . it's a mile off.
ANN. And you want no more than food and clothes and a bed and you earn all that with your hands.
ABUD. The less a man wants, Miss, the better.
ANN. But you mean to marry?
ABUD. Yes . . I've saved money.
ANN. Whom will you marry? Would you rather not say? Perhaps you don't know yet?
ABUD. It's all luck what sort of a maid a man gets fond of. It won't be a widow.
ANN. Be careful, John Abud.
ABUD. No . . I shan't be careful.
