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MR. EGREMONT (_discovered nailing up slabs, in order to complete dwelling_). Well, this is a most enjoyable life; that is, it will be enjoyable when I have completed my cottage (_hits finger with hammer, and examines same_), but at present I seem rather hurried. I have had to help the ploughman in order to get the crop in. I have quite ten acres of wheat nicely sown and harrowed. I intend to plant potatoes after the cottage is up, and I must manage to have some turnips; they're always useful for the stock. A good deal of money seems to be going out; it is equally certain that none is coming in. No man can have worked harder either in an old or new country. But the worst of it is (_sits down on round post and considers_), I am not fully convinced that I am working to the best purpose. I may be doing all this for nothing! Miss Polyblock-somehow I'm always thinking of that girl! -implied as much the last time I saw her. By all the saints and angels, here she comes! How gloriously handsome she always looks, and how well her habit becomes her! Strange, what a gulf there seems to be between us!
DULCIE. So you're working away as usual, Mr. Egremont? You certainly are a pattern young man. How hot it must make you this terrible weather?